The Dock Gang seemed to charge in with great momentum, but they were actually just a rabble—what organizational ability could they have? On the contrary, they were still muttering about their companion's death.
"What kind of weapon could punch a hole in someone's head?"
"Should be a hammer or something, but honestly, none of the people I've killed looked that weird."
"We clearly didn't hear any metal striking sounds. How did they get in without anyone knowing?"
"Could there be ghosts!"
The leader kicked the one shaking morale hard, then forcefully ordered them to intensify the search, vowing to dig three feet into the ground. His aggressive appearance clearly showed he didn't plan to let this matter end simply.
The Dock Gang soon discovered another corpse, its neck completely twisted in the wrong direction, eyes wide open in death, with no signs of struggle. This only spurred further searching.
On the roof beam above, after understanding the situation, Jin Ruochu looked deeply at the mysterious masked hero beside her, unsure of their stance.
However, she understood now wasn't the time to get entangled with her savior.
"Hiding in the shadows isn't a long-term plan. If we keep dawdling, we'll be surrounded." Hibiscus whispered, "We must break out. Gunfire will be inevitable, and there will definitely be heavy casualties. Sorry, I can't guarantee anyone's safety."
This was also said to herself.
"I have no position to stop you. Besides, they're all heinously evil people who deserve divine punishment. Go ahead and act freely, don't worry about me. I've always been lucky."
"Protect yourself. I'll be right back."
Hibiscus suddenly shook her coat, dropping dozens of grenades. Instantly, rumbling sounds echoed throughout the warehouse as flames consumed flesh and blood.
The search team's vanguard crumbled in an instant. The rear support was stunned by the explosions, left with only one thought: shoot!
Bullets rattled in coverage, the fierce fire threatening to destroy everything. The warehouse's metal sheeting was pierced and torn, chandeliers cracked and fell, people stumbled and cursed—complete chaos. Yet they discovered a black shadow rising from the roaring flames, completely ignoring the hail of bullets and pressing forward step by step. What monster wasn't afraid of firearms! It was like a humanoid Disaster Beast.
The next moment, that figure flashed forward with a roar, and the first man hit flew backward with a dull thud—unimaginable what force was behind it.
"Don't shoot wildly, be careful not to hit our own people."
Before the leader finished speaking, he felt his abdomen hurt like being hit by a battering ram, his organs churning, blood flowing backward, then lost consciousness.
Hibiscus stopped and examined her fist. After several attempts, she gradually controlled her strength to avoid turning people into bloody mist.
So the so-called "Magical Girl Fitness Routine" also included combat training. Correct force application and coordinated control could better utilize the physical qualities of averaging 100 points in all attributes, becoming a war machine with half the effort.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
A burst of gunfire swept across, predictably suspended in mid-air unable to advance an inch. Such a horrifying scene shocked everyone present—gang members and schoolgirl alike were dumbfounded.
Too intense, they'd encountered a superhuman.
"All aspects tested successfully. Thank you for your cooperation. Time to end this."
Hibiscus picked up a gun and aimed it at the search team. Alone, she made dozens of opponents not dare advance a step, falling into dead silence and stalemate. After a long moment, she chuckled, "Unarmored versus armored—why aren't you running? If you don't run, you'll all stay here."
The trigger pulled, spitting flames. The steel barrage covered targets, making them flee in panic and disgrace, one after another thrown out of the warehouse area.
Their miserable state made approaching reinforcements hesitate. Frankly speaking, everyone was just a rabble with no organizational ability—once they suffered losses, they scattered.
Under everyone's gaze, the black-clad figure stepped on corpses and flames, pursuing to the warehouse entrance like a hell asura visiting the mortal world. Though alone, they made observers suffocate, unable to even confirm if the entity was human. After a while, a man carrying a machine gun emerged from the crowd.
"Wang Dahai, Dock Gang manager. I don't know where we offended this skilled friend?"
"The Changfeng Financial Group sends greetings to you all."
Hibiscus certainly couldn't say she was caught stealing and got exposed, nor did she want to reveal her complete lack of backing, so she simply spun tall tales and raised a big flag. Blame yourselves for kidnapping Jin Ruochu with guilty consciences—you deserved the beating.
The girl hiding on the roof beam and eavesdropping was slightly stunned, thinking does my family have such skilled people? Could it be related to the transformation plan? Not good news.
Hearing this, the Dock Gang manager's eyes sharpened as he nodded resignedly.
"The lesson is received, we'll remember it. We hope you'll show mercy. We're willing to pay some price."
"Don't enter the warehouse before dawn."
Hibiscus turned around, generously exposing her back, yet no one dared take advantage. The black-clad figure disappeared into the flames without even closing the warehouse door, but still no one would spare it a glance, fearing some vengeful spirit might emerge. Wang Dahai proactively ordered gang members to guard the warehouse, not allowing anyone to approach, otherwise they would pay a heavy price. They had to serve this great immortal well and send her away, because a mere small-time gang wasn't enough to mess with.
Returning to survey the warehouse, Hibiscus's blood pressure immediately spiked seeing a certain unlucky young miss trying to climb down from the roof beam, one leg dangling and nearly falling.
"Careful."
Her instinctive warning startled Jin Ruochu, who cried out "Aiya!" and suddenly fell.
Quick-handed and sharp-eyed, Hibiscus darted forward to catch the schoolgirl falling from three stories high. If not for her superhuman physical qualities, this would have been enough to break both arms. Therefore, even though she was unharmed, she glared angrily at the person in her arms who was scratching her head and giggling foolishly.
After Hibiscus let go, Jin Ruochu plopped down on the ground rubbing her bottom, crying out in pain at this minor degree—truly a pampered young miss from a wealthy family.
Too lazy to care, the urgent matter was getting equipment.
After searching around, she gradually understood why Black Fiend only accepted military weapons—because everyone's livelihood involved licking blood from knife edges, bullets were harder currency than cash, and grenades were comparable to gold. Get more—she might need them herself later.
Busy rummaging through boxes, Hibiscus completely ignored Jin Ruochu, but the latter proactively approached with a curious expression: "Masked hero, I always feel like you're unfamiliar..."
"Are you really a bodyguard hired by my father?"
"Stop indulging useless curiosity and mind yourself. Don't cause trouble for others."
"...Sorry, but I will definitely repay you."
"What repayment? Just don't come looking for me with trouble." Hibiscus finished packing quickly, then went to the warehouse's rear to drag over a small boat, pointing: "This place isn't suitable for staying. You should leave quickly."
"You're driving me away!"
"Shouldn't you go home?"
"Can you leave your name?"
"Stop dawdling." Hibiscus made to leave. "I should depart too."
Jin Ruochu suddenly grabbed her hand with an anxious expression: "Don't go. What must I do for you to stay? As long as I can do it, I'm willing to do anything."
"You're just a student talking big. What responsibility can you bear? Don't pester me."
Hibiscus shook off her hand, ignoring the girl's desperate struggles as she lifted and threw her into the small boat, then aimed at the stern for a powerful world-class kick. The boat's wake gradually receded with the girl's cries, heading straight for the rich district's private harbor—no problem.
The sun rose in the east, sea breeze on her face, the world was quiet.