Before the three henchmen in the front row could react, they were struck in the stomach by boxing gloves and sent flying like bowling pins, knocking down a bunch of enemies. Su Wanwan herself was also pushed back two steps by the recoil, but her smile widened even more: "Wow! That was awesome!"
In the corner, a bespectacled henchman was stealthily reaching for the emergency button. Liu Mengran flicked her whip, the tip precisely wrapping around his wrist.
"I...I'm just a programmer!" the bespectacled man cried, his face contorted with despair. "They forced me to do the accounting!"
Liu Mengran hesitated for a second, and the whip loosened slightly. A cunning glint flashed in the bespectacled man's eyes, and he suddenly pulled out a stun gun with his other hand—
"Smack!"
Su Wanwan appeared behind him without his noticing, her starlight gauntlets transforming into a frying pan, and slammed the pan onto the back of his head. The bespectacled man rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.
"Sister Mengran! Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself!" Su Wanwan lectured, hands on her hips, looking just like a combat drill instructor.
Liu Mengran bit her lip, her eyes suddenly turning sharp. The Star Whip abruptly split into dozens of thin threads, weaving into a net-like web within the room as if they were alive. The remaining henchmen were like insects caught in a spider's web, entangled and unable to move.
"StarNet Strangulation!" she shouted, as the fine threads tightened simultaneously.
"Ahhh!" The screams rose and fell.
Han Feng watched in stunned silence. He had thought the gentle Liu Mengran would hold back, but she turned out to be even more ruthless than Su Wanwan. What surprised him even more was that the fine threads precisely avoided all vital points, causing only superficial wounds—this level of control surpassed that of many veterans.
"Watch this!" Su Wanwan retorted defiantly, her gauntlets transforming into a Starlight Gatling gun. "Starstorm—rat-a-tat-tat!"
Countless starlight bullets rained down, but before hitting the enemy, they transformed into a sticky net, wrapping the already bound henchmen in an even thicker layer. Soon, more than a dozen cocoon-like objects appeared in the room, only their terrified eyes visible.
"Hahaha! This is so much fun!" Su Wanwan jumped up and down, and the starlight weapon kept changing shape according to her wishes—a hammer, a bow and arrow, and even a meteor hammer shaped like Hello Kitty.
A particularly fat henchman suddenly knelt down: "Heroine, spare my life! I have an eighty-year-old mother to care for..."
"That's so cliché!" Su Wanwan's starlight weapon transformed into a pointer and whipped his buttocks. "Let's try something new!"
The fat henchman howled in pain: "I... I weigh 200 pounds! I only became a bad guy because I can't run!"
The reason was so bizarre that even Liu Mengran couldn't help but laugh out loud. Han Feng shook his head, rubbing his forehead, and began to feel sorry for these unlucky fellows.
The most outrageous thing was a green-haired henchman in the corner who, seeing his companions' miserable state, actually started banging his head against the wall, shouting, "Don't come any closer! I'll kill myself! I'll kill myself, okay?!"
The impact was too minor; he only got a bump. Su Wanwan squatted down in front of him, the starlight transforming into a magnifying glass shape: "Need any help?"
"Wow—" Green Hair burst into tears.
The battle (or rather, a one-sided crushing defeat) lasted for fifteen minutes. By the time Liu Mengran had taped the last henchman to the wall with starlight tape to turn him into a mural, there wasn't a single enemy left standing in the entire stronghold.
"Phew—that was awesome!" Su Wanwan exclaimed as the starlight faded, her face flushed.
Liu Mengran also breathed a sigh of relief, and the Star Whip vanished into specks of light. Only then did she notice the mess in the room, and looked at Han Feng somewhat embarrassedly: "Did we... go too far?"
Han Feng opened his mouth, unsure how to comment. His original plan was just to let the two practice, but he hadn't expected them to take down the entire stronghold. Even more surprising was that they had developed so many novel uses for the power of stars during the battle.
"Ahem... Not bad." He finally said dryly, "Just... next time remember to keep someone who can talk."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bespectacled man who claimed to be a programmer suddenly raised his trembling hand: "I...I can still speak..."
All three turned to look at him. The bespectacled man immediately added, "I'll confess everything! The Miyamoto family's secret accounts, the location of their lab in Switzerland, even the color of the patriarch's underwear! Just please don't let those two she-devils—ouch!"
Su Wanwan's starry slippers hit his face precisely.
On the way back, the two women were still excitedly discussing the details of the battle. Han Feng, driving, saw their animated expressions in the rearview mirror and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.
Although the method was a bit...unconventional, this practical training session truly exceeded expectations. Especially Liu Mengran, who is usually gentle and kind, but unexpectedly decisive and ruthless in battle; while the unconventional Su Wanwan fought with great discipline.
"Han Feng." Liu Mengran suddenly leaned back in the driver's seat. "When are you going to take us out for 'practice' again?"
From the back seat, Su Wanwan immediately spoke up: "We only took down a small outpost today, how about we continue tomorrow?"
Han Feng almost stepped on the wrong gas pedal. He suddenly had a bad feeling—he might have unleashed two terrible monsters.
"Well...it depends on the situation..." he mumbled, while silently mourning for the Miyamoto family for three seconds.
Outside the car window, the moonlight shone brightly. Meanwhile, in a Miyamoto family stronghold, a green-haired henchman, taped to the wall with starlight-patterned tape, was still sobbing: "Mama-san... I want to go back to the countryside to farm..."
---This is the dividing line---
At this moment, at the Miyamoto family's headquarters, the alarm pierced the night sky. Miyamoto Kenichi pushed open the tatami room door with a "whoosh," not even having time to fasten the katana at his waist.
"Which outpost is under alert?" he demanded sharply, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
The messenger, kneeling on the ground, trembled as he reported, "Warehouse Area Three...Warehouse Area Three! The distress signal only lasted three seconds before it was cut off!"
Kenichi Miyamoto gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. Three seconds... Was his opponent really that terrifying?
"Taro!" he roared towards the end of the corridor, "Take the special operations team to Outpost Three immediately! Everyone, get your protective gear ready!"
Taro Miyamoto rushed over, hurriedly putting on his bulletproof vest: "Father, could this be a diversionary tactic?"
"Baka!" Miyamoto Kenichi slapped his son across the face. "The Makino family hesitated for five minutes, and now the entire clan is in the morgue! Set off immediately!"
Ten minutes later, five black armored vehicles roared out of the Miyamoto Manor. Miyamoto Taro sat in the back of the lead vehicle, constantly wiping the sweat from his palms. The rapidly receding street scenes outside the window reminded him of the photos of the Makino family's house he had seen yesterday—the eerie burn marks on the walls, as if the house had been bombarded by the Milky Way.
"Three kilometers to go," the man with the ponytail in the passenger seat whispered. "Thermal imaging shows... there's only one living being inside the base."
Taro Miyamoto gripped his submachine gun tightly: "Slow down, form an encirclement."
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