The Interstellar Queen of Scavengers

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Traveling Together

”Impossible!”

”I don’t believe it!”

”I won’t listen!”

To have his own secret technique so easily discovered, the weak chicken was struck hard, his figure reeled as if about to collapse, and the average-looking face still had the blood smear from pretending to be a corpse, making his appearance at this moment even more ludicrously comical...

That is—

This person clearly had no self-awareness at all. Far from feeling embarrassed, he took it as a badge of pride. Watching Ji You’s forehead twitching, his tone and gestures became even more exaggerated: ”No! I don’t believe it!”

Ji You: ”...”

No one stop her, at this moment, she just wanted to smash this guy’s head in.

As for the silent spiritual interference technique, well, she could always come back and scheme another day.

Without another word, Ji You immediately raised her gun and said ominously, ”If you don’t shut up, I’ll have to ask you to do so.”

As she finished speaking, she gently squeezed the trigger.

The weak chicken’s pupils constricted, feeling the bullet speeding towards him.

Swoosh—

The weak chicken felt bitter in his heart. In a moment of desperation, he unleashed a burst of spiritual power, and the bullet, shooting straight at him, grazed his body and went through the wall. At that moment, the weak chicken leaped towards the submachine gun tossed in the corner.

Chit—

But at that instant, a pair of hands was faster than his. They reached the submachine gun before him. His hands grabbed at air, and his eyes suddenly bulged as if they were huge bells: ”You, you, you...”

He saw the girl before him, her face emotionless, disassembling the bullets from the submachine gun with extremely swift and agile movements and stuffing them into her waistband.

Afterward, Ji You tossed the emptied gun to the weak chicken right before his eyes.

Weak chicken: ”...”

The weak chicken’s mouth puckered almost to the point of tears: ”You, you, you... you’re bullying.”

Ji You gave him a sideways glance, firmly denying it: ”No, I’m not.”

Holding the empty gun and pouting, the weak chicken insisted,” If you’re not bullying me, why give me an empty gun?”

Ji You casually rubbed her face, wiping off the previously applied fake blood, and glanced at him: ”If I really wanted to bully you, I would have just killed you. Why bother giving you a gun?”

Weak chicken: ”...”

His argument was outrageously unreasonable, yet he found himself unable to refute it.

But—

To give him an empty gun, she’s clearly being mean, clearly bullying him.

The weak chicken was indignant and wanted to have words with Ji You. Of course, he wasn’t fearless—in fact, he was extremely afraid of dying. But those who fear death often have a knack for understanding people’s hearts, and right now, he could tell that the ferocious girl didn’t want to kill him. So, the weak chicken’s courage soared and he thought about giving the girl a piece of his mind.

Ji You ignored the weak chicken’s nauseatingly over-the-top theatrics, patted the bullets in her pocket, slung the bow and arrow onto her back, held the submachine gun, and pointed to the Big Chopper on the ground, telling the weak chicken: ”Take it, that’s your weapon.”

The weak chicken opened his mouth: ”Boss... The Big Chopper is useless.” Against someone with a gun, it’s like bringing food to them.

Ji You’s face darkened as she said, ”If I tell you to take it, you take it. What’s with all the nonsense?”

Weak chicken: ”...”

Helplessly, the weak chicken could only grudgingly strap the Big Chopper to his back, his heart crying out: What kind of luck is this? He, the weak chicken, relied on his incredible escape skills to finally make it to the safe zone, only to run into this ferocious woman, and even ended up lying next to her, pretending to be a corpse.

Such a hard fate!

Ji You gestured: ”Let’s go.”

Weak chicken asked, ”Where to?”

Ji You replied: ”To kill.”

Weak Chicken got startled: ”Kill who? As weak chickens like us, we shouldn’t get stirred up in trouble. I think I’ve guessed where the final safe coordinates are. Let’s hurry over and dig a hole to hide and wait for the competition to end.”

Ji You: ”...”

Ji You, holding her forehead, said: ”Let me make it clear, ’Weak Chicken’ is you, only you! Don’t replace me with ’it’, and furthermore—digging holes to survive is your thing. Don’t expect me to join you.”

She is the Rag Queen, after all, a notable figure among the Level 1 students of the Alliance. A competition would attract at least millions of spectators. If those viewers were to find out that the Rag Queen relied on strategies like blowing people up and digging holes to win, it would be utterly humiliating.

Doesn’t she have any pride?

Ji You, with an idol’s burden weighing two hundred tons, thought this but also seriously considered Weak Chicken’s proposal. If it came to a dire situation, digging a hole or something like that wouldn’t be a big deal.

But can she admit this in front of the audience?

No.

Ji You narrowed her eyes: ”I’ll say this only once, follow me—live. Want to escape—die. Which will it be?”

Weak Chicken: ”...”

Half a second.

Weak Chicken, with a bitter face: ”Live.”

As long as one can endure humiliation to survive, what is hiding away for a while?

Ying~

”Let’s go!” Hearing Weak Chicken’s answer, Ji You pointed outside the window, took the lead, jumped out of the window, and flashed into another building.

Weak Chicken stood in front of the window, hesitating whether to follow or take the chance to run away when suddenly he felt a menacing glare from the ruthless woman.

Weak Chicken’s heart trembled, and he had no choice but to jump out of the window, following and hastily entering the building Ji You was in.

The two quickly climbed to the top floor and hid quietly.

Ji You in a suppressed voice said: ”To the north, two people. Pay close attention, and when they are 500 meters away, tell me.” Ji You made these arrangements, of course, not worried about Weak Chicken’s ability to carry them out. With his ability to silently interfere with others’ spiritual power, his spiritual power must be considerable. Scouting nearby movements was indeed not difficult.

However, Weak Chicken was still curious, asking: ”...Queen... what are you planning to do on your own?” He knew her as the Rag Queen a long time ago and, now relying on her, naturally changed his way of addressing her.

Ji You raised her bow and arrow, saying: ”I’m going to deal with someone to the south first.”

Weak Chicken was shocked: ”There’s someone in the southern direction?”

Ji You narrowed her eyes: ”Mhm.”

She chose a bow and arrow rather than a submachine gun because the noise from a submachine gun was too loud, and using it meant revealing their current location. Hence, relatively speaking, a bow and arrow were safer.

At this moment, Ji You focused her listening, sensing the rustling movement of a figure to the south.

The next moment.

Ji You tensed her face and suddenly released her hands.

Whoosh—

The released arrow rushed out, instantly turning into a streak, breaking through layers of the air’s resistance and hitting the transparent glass—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The glass shattered upon impact.

The person hiding in the dark was startled, became alert, and instantly pulled their head back.

Is this—

A missed shot?

Disappointment flashed in Weak Chicken’s eyes, but it was at this instant that he sensed the two people from the north approaching, exactly 500 meters away—

Weak Chicken opened his mouth: ”They’re here.”