Kapitel 37: Chapter 37: The Upper Limit of Progress
Although Song Shi most desired to confront Dai Ming, the eight individuals before her also served as excellent sparring partners.
After all, she could not strike innocent people.
Song Shi did not approach them directly.
Given that Wang Danyu had provided her with special care, any act of aggression on her part would undoubtedly lead to confinement in a small dark room.
She cherished each day more than ever, knowing that such confinement would last at least 24 hours.
To make the most of her days, Song Shi resolved to adopt a more passive approach.
She devised a plan, casting her gaze elsewhere until she finally spotted Yang Miao at a dining table against the wall.
After collecting her meal on a tray, she made her way toward that location.
Eventually, she chose to sit at the table adjacent to Yang Miao's.
As soon as she settled in, the others at the table promptly rose and dispersed, and given her recent behavior, her reputation had further deteriorated. The diners at the nearby tables also preemptively vacated the area, sensing danger.
Only Yang Miao and her little follower remained.
Calmly, Song Shi took out an egg, cracked it open, rolled it around on the table, and gingerly peeled away the shell, murmuring, "I want to take out a few people but don't wish to end up in the small dark room."
The little follower looked at her in confusion.
Why divulge this to the elder sister? Did she want the elder sister to assist her in taking action?
Yang Miao almost immediately understood Song Shi's intention and did not put down her chopsticks. "Let's eat first."
Both of them instinctively quickened their pace.
As Song Shi swallowed her last bite and set her tray down, Yang Miao suddenly lunged at her.
The ones who had departed early silently expressed their relief at having the foresight.
Song Shi raised her tray to block, and a loud crash echoed as a dent appeared in the center of it.
The onlookers gasped; was this the kind of impact a normal human fist could deliver?
Yang Miao appeared unaffected by the pain, expressionless as she withdrew her fist and aimed again at the tray that protected Song Shi's face.
The aluminum tray could surely not withstand a second heavy blow.
Many silently sweated for Song Shi.
How had she managed to offend Yang Miao once more?
If that punch landed, her nose would surely suffer a devastating blow.
The enforcers responsible for maintaining order were clustered in small groups, gossiping and entirely oblivious to the unfolding conflict.
Firstly, Yang Miao had initiated the attack, and secondly, it was clear she had the upper hand.
Song Shi abandoned the tray and fled for her life.
Yang Miao pushed the tray aside and relentlessly pursued her from behind.
The two entered into a chase.
Song Shi sprinted with remarkable speed, swiftly crossing from the southeast corner of the dining hall to the northwest.
Yang Miao failed to catch up.
Suddenly, Song Shi leaped onto a dining table crowded with patrons.
Upon witnessing the presence of diners at this table, the onlookers felt an even deeper sympathy for Song Shi.
Her luck was truly unfortunate; how did she end up leaping from one den of wolves into another?
"Can't you see we're eating? Get down!"
"Are you looking for trouble?"
"Let's show her what we're made of, boys!"
Their rage was successfully provoked.
Yang Miao halted at the perimeter, no longer advancing to capture Song Shi, instead lighting a cigarette and observing the spectacle.
The little follower, arriving late, glanced at the nonchalant elder sister and then at Song Shi standing in the center of the table, suddenly grasped the meaning behind Song Shi's earlier words.
If she initiated the violence herself, she would undoubtedly be taken to the small dark room. Therefore, she would have her sister "force" her into it, allowing her to "reluctantly" retaliate and "unwillingly" strike several individuals, only to be "forced" into a scuffle by her sister in the end.
This way, she could take down those she desired, spar with her sister, and most importantly, avoid confinement.
A threefold gain.
What cunning.
The follower's fear of Song Shi deepened.
On the table, a fierce brawl ensued.
A similar scenario had unfolded just a week prior.
At that time, Song Shi had struggled against the overwhelming assault of numerous adversaries and ultimately suffered defeat.
But now, she moved with confidence, wielding a tray in each hand, rendering her opponents powerless.
Those eight individuals eventually dared not advance further. Song Shi then jumped down from the table and engaged them closely, still managing to knock them around mercilessly.
"Your lessons are truly effective," the little follower whispered to Yang Miao.
A faint smile tugged at Yang Miao's lips, but she remained silent.
[Anti-abuse value progress: +1%]
[Anti-abuse value progress: +1%]
The reminders scrolling through Song Shi's mind did not cease.
…
[Today's anti-abuse value progress has reached the daily limit.]
To Song Shi's surprise, there was an upper limit to her progress. Yet upon inspecting the progress bar, it had risen by 20%.
Acquiring a 20% increase from these eight individuals was certainly worthwhile!
Song Shi delivered a swift kick to the last standing opponent's abdomen, knocking him over. She looked down at him and asked, "Where is Dai Ming?"
Clutching his stomach, the boy gritted his teeth and remained silent.
With a cold smirk, Song Shi crouched down, gripping his face. She picked up a sharp piece of broken tray from the ground and traced it dangerously along his carotid artery, the sharp edge piercing his skin slightly. "Will you tell me or not?"
The boy, feeling the chill against his neck and seeing the madness in Song Shi's eyes, finally capitulated. "I don't know. The City Security Team took him away."
City Security Team?
Wang Danyu?
The enforcers, seeing the situation deviate from their expectations, began to close in around them.
At that moment, Yang Miao, who had been watching with amusement, sprang into action.
Song Shi heard the faint sound of wind rushing past and noticed Yang Miao's footsteps, which she did not attempt to conceal.
Without hesitation, she rolled on the ground to evade Yang Miao's advance, who knelt on one knee as the shards of the tray crunched beneath her.
"Quick to escape!"
Yang Miao scoffed, extending her claws in an attempt to grab her.
Now was the daily sparring session between Yang Miao and Song Shi.
Both displayed remarkable speed, striking with fierce intent, catching the enforcers surrounding them off-guard.
They intended to wait and see who would ultimately triumph.
If Song Shi were to win, she would surely be confined to the small dark room.
If Yang Miao won… well, that would simply be how it was.
It was undeniably unfair, but it was not for them to decide; they merely carried out orders from superior authorities.
As the spectators focused their attention, after another daring escape from Yang Miao's attack, awe flickered in Yang Miao's eyes.
Song Shi's daily improvements were staggering, almost exponential. She sensed that Song Shi had reached a threshold of explosive growth.
It wouldn't be long before Song Shi matched her own level.
Was this the remarkable talent of a volatile high-probability diverger? Yang Miao felt an unusual envy towards her.
"You're distracted."
As Song Shi unleashed a punch, Yang Miao crossed her arms to guard. Their proximity drew closer, prompting Song Shi to quietly warn her.
Snapping back to reality, Yang Miao pushed Song Shi away and focused intently, unleashing her full strength against her opponent.
Without a doubt, Yang Miao was formidable, especially when she summoned her full power. The muscles in her arms bulged, and her presence surged, exuding an overwhelming aura.
The onlookers felt an inexplicable thrill, as if they were on the battlefield themselves, suffocated by Yang Miao's intimidating energy, leaving them with no thoughts of resistance.
After barely fending off a hundred strikes, Song Shi began to falter and was thrown to the ground, struggling in vain to regain her footing.
With Song Shi's defeat, the enforcers felt satisfied, dispersing and restoring order in the dining hall while shooing away the onlookers.
Yang Miao snapped a few photos before departing with her little follower.
Only Song Shi remained behind, lying on the ground for nearly half an hour.
Though her body ached, her heart swelled with joy.
Current progress:
[Abuse value progress: 93%]
[Anti-abuse value progress: 67%]
She was finally on the brink of reaping the rewards of her struggles!
(End of Chapter)
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