Chapter 261: She’s a Demon with Magical Powers

Xue Can thought he had arrived quickly, but when he kicked open the door, only Shen Lu and the three members of the Liu Family were inside.

Liu Qiang and Yang Jing were unconscious. Liu Yaozu was slumped against the wall with a dazed look on his face, as if his soul had left his body.

The roof had a large hole in it, as if it had been blasted open by lightning.

’But... there wasn’t any lightning in the forecast for tonight.’

Shen Lu was sitting on a leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other, completely out of place in the room. When she saw Xue Can arrive, she waved a hand in greeting.

"You’re here fast, Mr. Xue."

Shen Lu knew Xue Can would come for her. After all, she was the paying client. She had placed an order for his bodyguard services for the entire day, and it wasn’t even midnight. It would be wrong of him not to come to her rescue.

"Where are the others?" Xue Can scanned his senses. There were no other auras in the abandoned building, just the four of them.

"Maybe their house caught on fire," Shen Lu said with utter innocence. "They left in a real hurry."

Less than five minutes after Shen Lu said, "The weather is turning cold. Let the Jin Group go bankrupt!", Boss Jin received seven or eight phone calls.

"What? Someone’s making a scene at the club?"

"You said the commerce bureau is conducting a surprise raid?"

"Huh? A client killed one of the hostesses, and someone saw it and called the cops?"

"The police have sealed off X Club?"

"My house just exploded???"

...

Each piece of news was more shocking than the last. Boss Jin could no longer sit still.

He had wanted to seize Shen Lu’s supply channels to gain leverage in his dealings with the government, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care about his existing fortune.

It was something he had built up from scratch, the very source of his power.

If all of it was gone, he’d be like a tiger that had its fangs pulled—worse off than a drowning dog.

"Shen Lu, this isn’t over!"

Boss Jin wasn’t stupid. On the contrary, he was very clever.

After that series of bizarre events, he realized there was something deeply uncanny about that girl, Shen Lu.

It was as if her mouth had been blessed by some higher power. She said "stop," and his men stopped. She said "thunder," and lightning struck. She said the Jin Group should go bankrupt, and all his businesses started having problems.

A man who’d spent his life hunting falcons, he never expected to have his eye pecked out by one.

He had completely miscalculated today. He hadn’t understood Shen Lu at all. If he had known how freaky that girl was, he would have paid top dollar to hire Advanced mercenaries to deal with her.

It was all a matter of having bad intel!

Boss Jin didn’t dare make another move against Shen Lu, and was terrified she would retaliate. He shot his men a look, and the whole group bolted like spooked horses, running without a single glance back.

They were terrified that if they were too slow, they’d be the next target of her words.

The thugs were even more terrified than Boss Jin. Before they knew it, they had left him in the dust. Only his loyal assistant stayed behind, dragging his boss along in their frantic escape.

Shen Lu had no intention of chasing them. The Word Spirit Technique’s effect was brief, and she had already used up all her time.

Shen Lu was a little vexed. ’Sigh, I should have read more of those overbearing CEO novels. I wasted a perfect opportunity to pull out the problem by the roots.’

The system consoled her.

[You did great, Host!]

[When you delivered that line about the weather turning cold and the Jin Group going bankrupt, you were so cool! Your eyes, your tone—everything was perfect!]

Shen Lu asked with the benefit of hindsight, "If I had said, ’All of you, drop dead,’ would they have actually all died?"

[Not necessarily. After all, the Power of a low-level Word Spirit is limited.]

Shen Lu asked, "Then will Boss Jin really go bankrupt?"

The system gave a mysterious laugh.

[Host, whether or not he goes bankrupt isn’t something the Power of Word Spirit can control.]

Shen Lu was confused. "Huh? What do you mean? Weren’t the police raids and emergency calls because of the Power of Word Spirit?"

[The Power of Word Spirit only provided a small nudge. Strictly speaking, there are just too many people who can’t stand Boss Jin.]

’That makes sense,’ Shen Lu thought. ’Boss Jin is so vile and his methods are so dirty, he must have made countless enemies.’

’All I have to do is wait and see what happens.’

Shen Lu walked over to Liu Yaozu, looking down her nose at him.

Liu Yaozu’s scalp tingled under her gaze. He put on a brave face and blustered, "Wh-what do you think you’re doing?! Shen Lu, I’m your brother! If you dare touch me, you’ll be struck by lightning!"

"A brother who sells out his sister for his own benefit is the one who deserves to be struck by lightning."

"You..."

"’You’ what? Shut up and behave!" Shen Lu glared at him. "Or do you want to share their fate? Feel like testing it out?"

Liu Yaozu glanced at the two charred figures on the floor and didn’t dare to argue.

The succession of bizarre and horrifying scenes he had just witnessed was too great a shock to his system.

’This sister of mine is absolutely not the soft, easily bullied girl she appears to be.’

’On the contrary, she’s a demon with incredible powers!’

"Do you... have a superpower?"

In this world, people didn’t believe in gods or spirits. For any phenomenon that couldn’t be explained by science, the default assumption was superpowers.

Shen Lu, of course, had no intention of telling him the answer.

The Power of Word Spirit was already gone. If she couldn’t draw another "trial card," she might never again have the power to decide life and death with a mere turn of phrase.

She was quite satisfied with the fear Liu Yaozu now felt toward her.

’Fear makes him easy to control.’

"What’s it to you?" Shen Lu said softly. "You should be thankful you’re my brother and that you haven’t *truly* angered me. Otherwise, I’d make your life a living hell."

Liu Yaozu was suddenly reminded of the time he had asked Brother Tao and his two cronies to stage a robbery to teach Shen Lu a lesson.

According to what the three had said after they were carried back, Shen Lu had merely zapped them unconscious and viciously kicked them in the crotch.

For the next few days, Brother Tao and his men were in agonizing pain. It only subsided with medication, but who knew if their "equipment" would ever work again.

The hair on Liu Yaozu’s arms stood on end, and a chill shot through his heart.

’I really can’t mess with this sister of mine,’ he thought. ’If I piss her off, given how ruthless she is, she’d kill me without a second thought!’

Shen Lu didn’t know what scenarios Liu Yaozu was running through in his head, but from the look on his face, she could guess the gist of it.

All that was left to do was wait. After all, she couldn’t move three adults on her own.

Shen Lu had barely been sitting for two minutes when Xue Can appeared.

Xue Can looked Shen Lu over from head to toe. Her hair was a mess from the wind, but her clothes were clean. It seemed she hadn’t come to any harm.

He sent a message to hurry his team along. Five minutes later, Little Bei pulled up in a military-style pickup truck.

Four or five people jumped out of the truck, weapons in hand and expressions alert, ready for a fight.

But when they entered the building, there was no one there to fight.

"Get them into the truck bed," Xue Can said, pointing to the three members of the Liu Family in the corner.

The pickup’s bed had a canvas cover that could shield them from the wind and rain, which was just right for the Liu Family.

Shen Lu, for her part, got into the cab.

Ordinarily, Liu Yaozu would have protested, but today he was remarkably docile, obediently complying with the arrangement.

Whatever methods Boss Jin had used to grab the three of them, their rental house was no longer safe. For now, Shen Lu could only take them back to her store.