As for why Kingpin didn't forcibly detain her but instead sent her away like getting rid of a plague... Su Modie couldn't figure it out at all.
Maybe her refusal made Kingpin lose face?
As for that debt... maybe the goods that day never actually arrived?
Su Modie had no choice either. She was a weak woman with no strength to tie up a chicken, and she didn't remember the situation at all. In front of the gangsters, she could only swallow her losses silently.
"Maybe it's really because of long-term malnutrition that caused memory decline?"
Su Modie rubbed her temples.
Compared to the past, the troubles at hand were more important.
"How should we deal with these people?" Su Modie asked.
Reze was straightforward, playing with her fingers while casually saying, "It's better to just kill them."
"Seconded." Perona floated in the air and raised her hand, "They're not good people anyway."
"I think so too..." Su Modie nodded.
The discussion ended instantly.
With their current strength, none of them were very afraid of Kingpin.
On one hand, the current Kingpin was still in a steady "lying low and developing" phase. Few in the underworld had heard the name "Kingpin," and many low-level thugs didn't even know their boss was the future underworld emperor, Kingpin.
On the other hand, Kingpin probably wouldn't care about the lives of these low-level cannon fodder.
"It's better to kill them after all..."
Jason on the ground listened as these beautiful young girls discussed how to kill him in the same tone as discussing "what to eat for dinner," and his heart turned half cold.
"So, who will do it?"
Reze and Perona didn't care either way. Killing such small fry brought them no sense of accomplishment.
Reze looked at Su Modie and suddenly said, "Modie-chan, you do it."
"Me?" Su Modie was stunned.
"You've never killed anyone before, right?" Reze walked behind her, placed her hands on her shoulders, and whispered like a demon, "If you want to survive in this World and become stronger, you have to overcome this psychological barrier."
"This is a perfect opportunity to temper your mind."
Su Modie hesitated a bit, "This... are you sure?"
It's a bit embarrassing to say... Su Modie had always been a bit timid.
After all, before transmigrating, she was just an ordinary college student raised under the red flag, law-abiding, loving wealth and the people.
Forget killing people, even killing a chicken was difficult for her.
But... what Reze said made sense.
This is Marvel.
Mercy towards enemies is cruelty towards oneself.
She would eventually have blood on her hands.
Half a minute later.
Reze smiled and shoved a switchblade into Su Modie's hand.
Su Modie took a deep breath, her trembling hands gripping the handle tightly, her palms sweaty.
She looked at Jason on the ground, tied up and gagged with a rag.
Jason widened his eyes in terror, struggling desperately, making muffled pleading sounds in his throat, tears and snot smeared all over his face.
Yes, although I, Modie, am beautiful and kind-hearted, I awakened the villainess simulation game after all.
To become a villainess, how can I not have blood on my hands?
This is a necessary rite of passage.
So, she whispered softly:
"Don't worry, Jason... I'll be quick, it won't hurt soon..."
Saying this, Su Modie's face darkened as she approached with the knife.
Jason shook his head frantically, his eyes almost popping out.
Only a muffled sound of a blade piercing flesh was heard.
Squelch—
...The horizon began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
In the bathroom.
"Ugh—"
Su Modie leaned over the toilet, vomiting until the sky turned dark and the earth turned upside down, almost bringing up bile.
Perona stood behind her, unusually not disgusted, but gently patting her back: "There, there, you'll feel better after vomiting."
Reze leaned against the bathroom door, watching the disheveled Su Modie while glancing back toward the living room.
For a moment, she looked troubled, her expression somewhat strange.
Su Modie finally finished vomiting. She weakly stood up, wiped her mouth, and then wiped the physiological tears squeezed out from the intense vomiting at the corners of her eyes.
She turned her head, looked at Reze, and said with a trembling voice:
"Reze... as the main body, am I very embarrassing?"
Reze quickly waved her hands: "No, for a first-time killing, this..."
Before Reze could finish, Su Modie interrupted her:
"You don't need to comfort me. I know I'm terrible, my hands kept shaking, I couldn't even hold the knife steady..."
"No, no, no..."
Reze looked at Su Modie, her eyes actually carrying a hint of... awe?
She swallowed and said somewhat sheepishly:
"For a first-time killing, what you did... honestly, was a bit terrifying."
Reze lowered her head, bright red blood had already snaked its way to her feet.
Perona also peeked out and asked timidly, "Is he dead?"
Reze looked toward the living room, observed carefully for a few seconds, then nodded:
"Yeah, just stopped breathing."
"Finally..."
Reze's mouth twitched.
Because she was too nervous, too scared, and her hands were shaking, Su Modie perfectly avoided all of Jason's vital points—she was like chopping dumpling filling, crying with her eyes closed, saying'sorry, sorry, it'll be over soon,' while randomly stabbing Jason with the knife.
That scene... even she, a top assassin, was momentarily shocked... Jason endured from midnight on the first day until dawn the next morning.
In the end, he probably died from excessive blood loss or was scared to death, finally rolling his eyes and finding relief.
Su Modie wiped the cold sweat from her forehead: "I was too nervous, and he kept struggling, always glaring at me, which made me a bit scared..."
"Scared... huh?"
Reze felt sheepish again; she didn't see where Su Modie was scared.
Yes, Jason glared at Su Modie once because of the intense pain.
But just because he glanced one more time, Su Modie got scared and stabbed the knife into his eye socket with a backhand.
The suddenness of the incident and the ferocity of the move made the watching Reze and Perona both shudder.
"In the middle, I was a bit disoriented, but thankfully I pulled through."
Su Modie lowered her head and sighed softly: "As the main body of the villainesses, I'm really not very qualified..."
Reze and Perona exchanged glances upon hearing this, unsure what to say for a moment.
Just then, a rustling sound came from the living room.
The underlings finally woke up—this was the third time they had woken up.
While Su Modie was busy, they had woken up twice before... and after seeing what was happening, they fainted again... particularly peacefully.
"Ah!!!" This time when they woke up, they were about to scream.
Reze came before them, scratching her head awkwardly:
"Um... stop shouting, we're not killing you."
The underlings were stunned, thinking they misheard.
"Help us clean up the living room, don't leave a single drop of blood." Reze pointed at the gruesome scene on the floor, then handed them a few black plastic bags, "Then take your boss... put him in the bags and leave. Don't tell anyone what happened here."
The three underlings looked at the hellish living room, aptly named "Hell Living Room," and nodded their heads like little chickens pecking at rice.
Not long after.
Su Modie finally adjusted her mindset, fully recovered.
She walked out of the bathroom, just about to check the situation in the living room, when she bumped into the three underlings in the hallway carrying several black plastic bags, ready to leave.
"Ah!!!"
As soon as they saw Su Modie, their reaction was more exaggerated than seeing a ghost.
Their faces instantly turned pale, their bodies trembled violently, their teeth chattered, and they even scrambled backward, crawling and rolling.
As if they weren't seeing a delicate young girl, but a devil in human skin.
"Don't, don't come closer! We were wrong! We'll never dare again!"
They were scared out of their wits, scrambling and crawling out the door, even losing a shoe in their escape.
Su Modie stood in place, completely bewildered.
She looked at Reze and asked puzzledly, "Huh? Aren't we killing them?"
Perona was stunned.
Seriously... so you've developed a taste for killing, huh?
Really chasing after them to kill?
Reze sighed, looking at the fleeing backs, couldn't help but comment, "Forget it."
"They've already experienced pain today that no one should ever endure... let them go."
"Believe me, they'll never forget today; it's already their eternal nightmare."
Su Modie didn't understand what Reze meant until she subconsciously summoned the panel.
Looking at the numbers jumping on it, she was directly stunned.
"villainess value: 637 points"
"simulation value: 476 points"
"How much?!" Su Modie widened her eyes.
The growth of simulation value was easy to understand.
As long as she maintained the existence and interaction of the avatars, this was stable idle income.
Every time Reze teased her like a female hooligan, lived like a real civilian girl, every time Perona acted tsundere, or even scolded Kumashi, it would increase a little. Staying at home these past few days had actually saved up quite a bit.
What truly shocked her was the rapidly soaring villainess value..
After drawing Perona last time, it clearly only had a little over two hundred points left.
How did it suddenly become over six hundred?
Su Modie immediately clicked open the detailed record.
A dense list of transaction records instantly popped up.
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