Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Boss of the Disabled Heroine - Chapter 65.2

Luo Yang’s brother, left with no choice, resorted to a desperate plan pretending to comply while secretly planning to sneak Luo Yang out of Huacheng later.

He instructed Luo Yang to take the water route, but that very night, an explosion occurred at the train station, plunging the entire city into lockdown. The docks were in chaos as the Changping Army clashed with the forces loyal to the Luo family. Luo Yang’s brother was forced to step out to maintain order.

During the third round of free movement, Pei Yujiang passed her mobility test and chose to seek out Yu Zhiwan.

She asked only one question:

“Will you come with me?”

Yu Zhiwan nodded in agreement.

Luo Yang drifted alone on a small boat, listening to the gunfire outside. Sparks rained down like stars on the water’s surface, sending ripples in all directions. She was like a floating weed, tossed about in the flames of war. The fragile boat couldn’t withstand the hail of bullets if anyone strayed too close, she would be swallowed up in an instant.

Slowly, Luo Yang pulled out a note her brother had slipped her before leaving. It bore just four simple words:

“Go to East Dock.”

East Dock was the path to survival.

By chance, she had glimpsed the markings on her brother’s arm the secret insignia of the Changping Army. Tiny and nearly invisible in the dark, yet unmistakable to her. She wasn’t sure if he had meant for her to see it. Yingying, who had come to fetch her, bore the same marks the ones Luo Yang had faintly noticed in the darkness of that little shack.

So her brother and Yingying were allies. His sudden disappearance back then had been nothing but a ruse to win the family’s trust.

But that was only what he believed.

Tonight was when the Changping Army was transporting supplies. During their intimate encounter, Luo Yang had felt those markings on Yingying’s body in the dark, planting the seeds of suspicion.

A lithe figure leaped onto the boat, dodging bullets as she approached and yanked open the curtain at the bow.

Luo Yang’s eyes met Yingying’s just as fireworks exploded in the sky behind them, a signal from the army. Yingying’s expression remained unchanged, her breath slightly uneven, but none of the seductive charm from their time rolling in the hay. Her gaze locked onto Luo Yang as she lifted a leg and gave her a light, deliberate kick.

“Your brother sent me to get you. Let’s go.”

Luo Yang obediently tried to stand but winced. “I twisted my ankle.”

Yingying crouched down, hoisted her onto her back, and carried her as they fled. The fighting had spread here soldiers on the shore fired at them, bullets whizzing past their ears.

Yingying cursed and plunged into the water, swimming with Luo Yang in tow. She was an excellent swimmer, ensuring Luo Yang barely had to exert any effort the entire way.

The DM narrated the tale in a captivating voice, weaving together Yingying and Luo Yang’s perspectives the threads that tied the entire story together. As the immersive experience drew to a close, no one spoke to break the spell. The room was silent except for the DM’s voice and the sound of collective breaths.

Just before they reached land, Luo Yang quietly drew the pistol hidden in her robes.

Meanwhile, the pursuing forces of the Changping enemy army, the very troops the Luo family had pledged allegiance to were closing in. Yingying hid her behind a large rock before engaging the enemy in gunfire.

“Three bullets, with my high shooting bonus of 80% accuracy.” Yu Zhiwan heard the DM call her character’s name and looked up. “I choose to shoot at Yingying.”

“Two hits.”

When Luo Yang’s ever-doting elder brother rushed back, he witnessed his cultured, gentle, and seemingly fragile sister firing the final shot at Yingying.

The bullets from behind sent Yingying collapsing into a pool of blood, too weak to resist. The young mistress Luo Yang wiped her hands with a handkerchief, elegantly holstered her gun, and stepped forward.

Yingying could only smell the thick metallic scent of blood. Half her face was submerged in her own blood, suffocating, her alveoli burning from the choking fluid.

Luo Yang nodded politely to the pursuing soldiers.

Yu Zhiwan calmly “looked” toward Pei Yujiang and asked:

“Any last words?”

Pei Yujiang had already recovered from the shock of being shot at. In an equally composed tone, she stated the female player’s character name, her crimson lips parting under the dim room lights:

“Send her off.”

For the final bullet, Yu Zhiwan directed Luo Yang to gift it to her own brother.

This was a game of warlord intrigue, where every player was merely a pawn. The seemingly aloof Miss Luo had long been entrusted by her family to keep watch over her brother, adapting to shifting circumstances.

Her brother’s genuine concern for her marriage had driven him to risk smuggling her out of Huacheng tonight, knowing their family wouldn’t prioritize a young girl at this critical juncture.

Yet both Yingying and Brother Luo had fallen victim to her schemes.

Yu Zhiwan received the “MVP of the Game” slip, granting her a 9.9-yuan discount for an immersive script experience next visit. The Omega’s slender fingers toyed with the exquisitely crafted slip before she suddenly smiled at Pei Yujiang:

“Why do I feel this counts as a Bad Ending?”

Indeed, though Yingying had outmaneuvered everyone till the end, she stood utterly alone. The Yingying entangled with her in ambiguous affections was personally sent to heaven by her. The brother who gambled everything for her met his end through her manipulation. Yingying’s hands were stained with the blood of those closest to her, who knew what mindset would carry her through remaining years?

But Pei Yujiang, clearly sulking over that final shot, didn’t immediately follow Yu Zhiwan’s lead. Instead, she turned away unhappily.

At the counter settling the bill, the DM who’d packed up the props came out to greet her. The female player Pei had rescued earlier, who’d achieved a Happy Ending in her solo mission, hurried over to thank her.

“Miss, are you and Luo Yang’s players a couple in real life?”

The shorter, round-faced player gazed up with sparkling eyes. Pei Yujiang, always kind to friendly girls, shook her head with a smile.

The script murder shop also had a fluffy Samoyed. Earlier, because it was an immersive script game, the dog had been locked inside a room and wasn’t allowed out. Now it could finally get some fresh air, wagging its tail and running around excitedly. When it saw Yu Zhiwan, it pounced onto her wheelchair to play with her.

Yu Zhiwan wasn’t afraid of dogs. She stroked the big Samoyed’s round head and let it sprawl across her lap, frolicking happily. Pei Yujiang chatted with the DM for a while longer before they left after having their fill of fun.

As soon as Pei Yujiang reached the underground parking lot, she received a private message from the DM.

The DM asked her:

“Hey girl, that He Yun from earlier wants to add you on Talk. She thought you played really well and wants to team up with you for future script murder games. Would that be okay?”

He Yun was the female player Pei Yujiang had rescued in the game. True to her word, Pei helped the player achieve a happy ending and escape successfully. The DM knew He Yun’s player, but she hadn’t mentioned it earlier.

Pei Yujiang thought of Chen Lulu, who had also added her on Talk and frequently messaged her, inviting her out to eat or hang out. Over time, Pei wasn’t oblivious, she could clearly see Chen Lulu’s straightforward intentions.

She had originally planned to reject her outright, but glancing at Yu Zhiwan beside her and recalling her behavior earlier, she deliberately raised her voice:

“Someone just added me as a friend that He Yun from earlier.”

“You two connected?”

Pei Yujiang placed her phone on her lap and sent her contact info to the DM, who forwarded it to He Yun’s player. The player must have been waiting, because she added Pei almost instantly. As soon as Pei accepted, a message popped up:

“My name is Maimei. You played so well! What should I call you?”

Pei Yujiang gave Yu Zhiwan a real-time update: “She said I played really well.”

Still parked, Pei typed back without starting the car:

“Just call me Xiaoyu.”

At first, she had typed “Xiaoyu” (Little Fish), but then she felt that nickname was something special between her and Yu Zhiwan, so she changed it to the more generic “Xiaoyu” (Little Feather). Unbeknownst to her, Yu Zhiwan had caught everything, her lips pressing into a displeased line.

Maimei happily replied:

“Xiaoyu, are you local? You don’t seem like a beginner at all. We should play together sometime!”

“Ah!” Pei Yujiang exhaled dramatically. “She wants to play scripted murder mysteries with me next time. Should I recommend you, the MVP?”

Yu Zhiwan’s gaze flickered.

“I saw her suppressant patch. She’s an Omega.”

Pei Yujiang blinked. “So? I’m a Beta, not an Alpha. I don’t need to keep my distance.”

For female Omegas, Beta women weren’t considered the opposite sex even dating one would count as a same-sex relationship. Yu Zhiwan knew most Omegas wouldn’t prefer Betas, since Betas lacked pheromones and weren’t as dominant as Alphas. Most Omegas were pillow princesses, and Betas couldn’t satisfy them as well as Alphas could.

But that didn’t stop the irritation simmering inside her, the air around her turning heavy.

“Aren’t we leaving yet?”

“Just a sec. It’d be rude not to reply.”

Pei Yujiang sent a voice message to Maimei:

“I’ll hit you up next time I’m in Yicheng. I’m heading to Xiangcheng soon, but if you’re ever there, we can hang out, if I’m free.”

Yu Zhiwan couldn’t take it anymore. Pretending to rest her eyes, she opened her phone long accustomed to typing without looking and messaged Boss Ji:

“Call me.”

Boss Ji, who was usually available 24/7, didn’t respond.

Yu Zhiwan sent another message:

“CALL ME!!!”

Ji Lingxian had just been filling out a psychological evaluation form for an Omega patient, stepping away briefly to use the restroom. When she returned, still lamenting how difficult the case was, she suddenly saw Yu Zhiwan’s urgent triple exclamation marks.

Yu Zhiwan had always spoken to her calmly, rarely using such a tone. Ji Lingxian suddenly had an epiphany and guessed it might be good news. Excited, she immediately called back and blurted out:

“What’s up, what’s up? Did you and Pei Yujiang hit it off?”

The elementary school-level flirting battle begins! Boss Ji crashes in with a royal flush, while Zhiwan chooses to flee the universe aboard a runaway train.

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