Chapter 332: Invincible Fortune

“Dang it…!” Chen Junnan yelled out, then stumbled forward after pushing Yun Yao and Xu Qian aside. “Hey! What the hell are you doing?!”

But Zhong Zhen seemed completely deaf to Chen Junnan’s voice, his face twisted with rage as he sneered, “You woman… I’ve finally caught you… Remember what I told you?”

Yan Zhichun struggled to move her hands, yet she couldn’t control Zhong Zhen’s actions in the slightest. She never expected this man to be so ruthless—he had just punctured her eardrums on the spot.

Chen Junnan reached Zhong Zhen in a few quick strides and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey! Let’s talk this out… Let her go first…”

“Piss off!!” Zhong Zhen roared, throwing a punch straight into Chen Junnan’s chest. Chen Junnan’s physical condition was already in shambles, and he couldn’t dodge the blow—it sent him crashing to the ground.

“Rot in Hell…” Chen Junnan gasped for breath as he clutched his chest, then slowly pulled himself back up. “So today, I’m dealing with a bully, huh?”

Just as he was about to step forward and argue, Yun Yao grabbed his arm.

“Huh?” Chen Junnan blinked. “Big star, step back a bit. If things get messy, my blood might splatter all over your face.”

Yun Yao sighed in exasperation. “Chen Junnan, what do you mean *your* blood? If you’re gonna play the hero, at least make the other guy bleed.”

“Not in top form today—been bleeding nonstop. But don’t worry, I won’t let that bastard walk away unscathed.”

“Looks like a personal grudge. Do you really need to get involved?” Yun Yao asked.

“I don’t care if it’s personal. Right now, they’re both alive, aren’t they? The game didn’t kill them, but now they’re fighting over some vendetta—what a waste. Besides, I can’t stand watching a grown man beat a woman to death right in front of me.”

Yun Yao sensed a strange stubbornness in Chen Junnan. Unfortunately, she didn’t know his past well enough to argue. “That woman’s clearly no pushover. For all we know, she might’ve been planning to kill Zhong Zhen too.”

“I already took Zhong Zhen’s place—the iron ball never once landed on his head. If he’d been a little smarter, he wouldn’t even be in this mess.” Chen Junnan’s expression turned serious. “And regardless, if I see something like this, I’m stepping in. That’s just how it is.”

“You… fine.” Yun Yao gave up, waving a hand. “But if you die, it’ll be a hassle. Leave this to me.”

Before Chen Junnan could ask what she meant, Yun Yao picked up a small stone from the ground and casually tossed it.

The pebble struck Zhong Zhen’s temple with pinpoint accuracy—though the force was light.

Zhong Zhen’s eyes fluttered shut. Just as he tried to stand, his right foot slipped on an unsteady rock, sending him stumbling backward. Then, his heel caught on a chunk of loose flesh, and he lost his balance completely—his head smacking hard against an open door behind him.

“Ugh!” Zhong Zhen groaned, clutching the back of his head as he writhed on the ground.

“Hey…” Chen Junnan nodded approvingly. “Big star, you’ve still got some of your old flair.”

Yun Yao stepped forward. “Zhong Zhen, the game’s over. Stop this.”

Zhong Zhen cursed as he got to his feet, glaring at her. “Oh… So you’ve already got *Strong Luck* now?”

Chen Junnan studied the blood on Zhong Zhen’s face, then turned to Yun Yao. “Pretty sure this guy’s deaf now.”

“Deaf…?” Yun Yao sighed. “If words won’t work, we’ll just have to make him back off the hard way.”

Zhong Zhen took a slow step forward. “You’ve got *Strong Luck*—normally, I wouldn’t mess with you. But if I kill you now, I’ll *Echo* too. Either way, I’m killing this woman today. Otherwise, I won’t sleep a wink.”

“Alrighty then!” Chen Junnan suddenly shouted. “The Suit Squad has finished their trash talk. Now, the spotlight shifts to the Idol Team!”

“Zhong Zhen, just stop.” Yun Yao spoke deliberately, making sure he could read her lips. “*Strong Luck* has never lost.”

“Ho~~” Chen Junnan chimed in again. “The Idol Team keeps it short and sweet! The outcome of this match is still anybo—”

Before he could finish, a crisp *smack* landed on the back of his head.

“Huh?”

“Can you *shut up* for once…?” Xu Qian groaned. “You must not be hurt enough if you’ve still got the energy to run your mouth. Aren’t you worried about that girl’s safety?”

“Her?” Chen Junnan leaned against the wall. “Once she *Echoes*, she won’t need me to worry about her.”

No sooner had he spoken than Zhong Zhen charged forward, swinging a heavy fist straight at Yun Yao’s face.

Yun Yao didn’t move an inch—but Zhong Zhen’s left foot tripped over his right, throwing him off-balance. His punch missed entirely.

“Damn it…” Zhong Zhen steadied himself and swung again, this time with a backhanded slap.

Yun Yao, unhurried, pulled out a compact mirror and a tube of lipstick from her bag and began touching up her makeup.

Meanwhile, Zhong Zhen flailed wildly around her, throwing punches and slaps—yet every single one missed. He tripped over rocks, slipped on chunks of flesh, and just as he finally cleared the mess beneath him, a ceiling tile cracked loose and smashed directly onto his arm.

“You…!” Zhong Zhen clutched his arm, panting, his eyes burning with fury.

He knew Yun Yao was invincible under *Strong Luck*—her *Echo* had even killed Disnake.

How the hell was he supposed to break this twisted shield?

After a moment’s thought, Zhong Zhen pulled a small knife from his pocket. He glanced at Yun Yao—she was still fixing her lipstick, pursing her lips before dabbing the corner with her pinky.

“If brute force doesn’t work…”

He pressed the blade toward Yun Yao’s neck, moving slowly. Even at this pace, if the knife pierced her throat, she’d die.

But the moment the blade was about to touch her skin—*snap*—it broke clean in half. The blade clattered to the ground, leaving only the hilt lightly pressed against Yun Yao’s pale, slender neck.

With a *click*, Yun Yao shut her compact and turned to him. “Had enough?”

Zhong Zhen’s breath came in ragged gasps, his entire body trembling.

Though he couldn’t hear her, he read her lips perfectly.

In Yun Yao’s eyes right now, he was nothing but a ridiculous, tantrum-throwing child.

And now there was a broken knife blade on the ground. Zhong Zhen had a sinking feeling that if he kept pushing, he’d end up hurt by it in some absurd, twisted way.

With that realization, he finally relented, exhaling sharply. “You actually want to save that woman… One day, you’ll regret this decision.”

He tossed the knife handle aside, then shot Yan Zhichun a cold look. “The world’s a big place, but I’ve memorized your face and your *Echo*. You won’t escape me.”

A sinister smirk curled his lips before he turned and walked away.

“Ding-dong!” Chen Junnan, still leaning against the wall, suddenly announced. “And the winner of this bout is—”

“Shut the hell up!” Yun Yao and Xu Qian yelled in unison.

Chen Junnan shrugged helplessly and zipped his lips.

Yun Yao stepped forward, helping Yan Zhichun up. “You alright?”

Yan Zhichun only smiled faintly, not answering, then walked past Yun Yao toward Chen Junnan. “So you’re *Scapegoat*, huh? Interesting. I’ll remember you too.”

“Thanks,” Chen Junnan replied flatly. “Not sure I’ll remember you, though.”