The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!-Chapter 70: Strange Rewards!

Zhang Xulin had just drifted into that hazy space between sleep and dreams when her phone vibrated violently against the bedside table.

She frowned, groping for it blindly.

["Sister Xulin, come down quickly. I caught a killer."]

"...Huh?!"

The last traces of drowsiness evaporated.

"What? A killer?!" She shot upright in bed, her heart pounding.

["Anyway, get to the living room."]

Su Mo’s calm voice sounded.

Before she could ask anything else, the line went dead.

Zhang Xulin stared at her phone.

"...This guy."

Her brows twitched. ’Why is he dropping bombs and vanishing like some mysterious mastermind in a cheap thriller?’ She complained inwardly.

Yet strangely, her panic eased.

Because Su Mo’s tone of speech didn’t sound tense. If anything, he sounded mildly inconvenienced. Like someone telling her that the milk had run out.

Well, given his strength... a killer probably wasn’t much of a threat to him.

Still, the word killer wasn’t something you’d just brushed aside.

She didn’t even bother changing out of her silk nightgown. Throwing on a thin shawl at most, she rushed out in her slippers.

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Su Mo was already lounging on the sofa, waiting for her to arrive, one arm resting lazily over the backrest as he munched on the snacks on the tea table.

In the carpet before him lay an unconscious woman.

Her curvy figure, tight black outfit, and beautiful face were in full view for him.

She had a dangerous aura, even while asleep.

However, Su Mo paid no interest. "Oh, right?" He glanced at the clock. "It’s past twelve." He leaned back comfortably. "I should do today’s check-in."

Because of the rewards from the past few days, he didn’t raise his expectations. However, the system gave him a little surprise today.

"System—check in."

***

[Ding!]

[Check-in successful!]

[Rewards: 1) 200 Points

2) Air Bullet Technique (D-Rank)

3) Squat Card (Ordinary Grade – Effect: 10 minutes)]

***

Su Mo’s eyes lit up slightly.

’200 points? Not bad.’

’Air Bullet Technique... D-rank, but still a technique. Free is free.’

Then his gaze lingered on the last item.

’Squat Card?’

He blinked.

He vaguely remembered seeing it in the system shop once. Back then, he hadn’t even bothered reading the description. It had sounded... dumb.

He focused.

[Squat Card (Ordinary Grade): Once used, the target is forced to squat in their current position for ten minutes, regardless of circumstances. (Note: Only effective on targets below Qi Condensation Stage.)]

"..."

Su Mo rubbed his chin slowly.

What kind of strange item was this?

Force someone to squat... no matter what they were doing?

His imagination began running wild.

The more he thought about it... the more terrifyingly brilliant it became.

Imagine this—

A so-called "destiny protagonist" standing in the centre of a luxurious high-end banquet. Crystal chandeliers overhead. Champagne glasses clinking. Influential figures from every major family gathered to witness his glory.

The protagonist smiles arrogantly.

He lifts a wine glass and begins his grand speech, ready to show off.

"I, Ye Chen—"

*Plop.*

Without warning, his legs bent and his knees dropped into a perfect squat.

That’s for ten minutes whole. The high-society watching the "chosen one" maintaining a flawless fitness posture in front of everyone.

Su Mo nearly laughed out loud.

And that was the mild scenario.

His imagination went further.

Picture this:

When Ye Chen was cornered by the Gu family’s killers. He runs desperately to save his life, blood dripping from his shoulder.

Just when he could jump into the valley and save his life. He was forced to squat.

Su Mo tilted his head thoughtfully.

’Though I won’t go through so much trouble. It was an idea nonetheless.’

Su Mo’s lips twitched upward.

’This thing is evil.’

It wasn’t lethal. It wasn’t flashy.

But used at the right moment...

Absolutely devastating.

He felt a surge of appreciation for whoever had designed this system, the psychological warfare at its finest.

Just as he began contemplating highly inappropriate usage scenarios, hurried footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Zhang Xulin appeared.

And for a moment—

Su Mo forgot what he was thinking.

Her long nightgown was thin, soft silk, clinging loosely to her figure. The shawl she had grabbed in haste did very little to conceal anything. Her hair fell over her shoulders, slightly messy from sleep, giving her an unexpectedly gentle and vulnerable look.

He coughed lightly.

"Um... Sister Xulin."

She didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed on the unconscious woman.

"You could have... changed first."

Zhang Xulin ignored him completely.

She walked forward, her arms folded across her chest as she examined the assassin.

Her brows furrowed.

"Are you sure this is a killer," she said slowly, "and not some woman you hooked up with and brought back after knocking her out?"

Su Mo stared at her.

"...Does that make sense to you?"

"Well," she said flatly, "she’s so beautiful. You might have impulsive thoughts."

"Sister Xulin, enough with the jokes." Su Mo rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Even if I hooked up with someone, I wouldn’t lie and call her a killer, would I?"

Zhang Xulin considered that for a second, "...Fair point."

She put her jokes aside and crouched down to inspect the assassin’s wrist. There were calluses, hidden blade marks, and a faint scent of gun oil.

Especially the muscle density, which can only be achieved through years of hardcore training.

Her expression turned serious.

"You reported this to Miss?"

"Yeah. She said I should handle it."

Zhang Xulin nodded. Then she looked at him.

"So why did you call me?"

Su Mo blinked.

"...Because I need a place to lock her up?"

"Oh."

There was a brief silence.

"There’s an empty reinforced room in the basement," Zhang Xulin said. "It is completely enclosed, has solid concrete walls, and only one metal door."

"That’s perfect."

Without ceremony, Su Mo bent down, grabbed the assassin by the waist, and hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

Zhang Xulin’s lips twitched.

There was not even a single accidental brush of softness or a second glance at the curvy figure. He genuinely treated her like cargo.

Seeing his unfazed look, she wondered. ’Should I call him disciplined... or extremely unromantic?’

’But if he doesn’t understand romance, how could Miss and he...’

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(A.N: 1- What does Zhang Xulin mean?)

(A.N: 2- Do you guys have any ideas for the use of the Squat Card? If yes, leave your answers in the comments!)