After securing food, clothing, shelter, and daily necessities, Lin Chu’s attention turned to the most dangerous—and most critical—field: weapons.
In the country, firearms were an absolute no-go zone. Lin Chu didn’t want to be summoned by the authorities for illegal gun possession before the apocalypse even began and ruin her entire plan.
But that didn’t mean she had no options.
She drove to a private high-end members-only club hidden in the suburbs—“Wild Hunt.”
On the surface, it was a playground for rich second-generation heirs to try out recurve bows and shooting sports. In reality, it was a place where you could get access to some “special” goods.
As a Black Diamond member, Lin Chu was escorted directly into the VIP room.
“I want the best compound bow.”
Wearing sunglasses, she tapped lightly on the table. “Mathews or Hoyt. I want the highest killing-power hunting models. High draw weight—but something I can still handle.”
The manager, clearly knowledgeable, immediately brought out a long black case.
Inside lay a matte-black compound bow, exuding a cold, mechanical brutality.
“Mathews V3X. Top-tier hunting bow. High efficiency, fast arrow speed, high power. With carbon steel arrowheads, it can pierce a wild boar’s skull at 100 meters.”
Lin Chu picked it up and tried drawing it. It was heavy, but after years of gym training, she could barely manage it.
“Good.”
A flash of cold light passed through her eyes. If it could pierce a wild boar’s skull… then what about a human skull?
“I’ll take this bow. Add 2,000 carbon steel arrows and 500 barbed bloodletting arrowheads.”
“Also,” Lin Chu lowered her voice, “I want those things.”
The manager paused, then understood. He turned and retrieved several black batons and spray cans from a safe.
High-voltage stun baton: upgraded police-grade. Instant output up to ten million volts. One strike could cause immediate convulsions and unconsciousness, possibly even permanent nerve damage.
Bear pepper spray: not ordinary chili spray, but industrial-grade capsaicin used for wilderness bear defense. A single burst could incapacitate anyone within five meters.
A Tang sword: manganese steel, razor-sharp, a true killing weapon disguised as an “art piece.” Cold blade, straight edge—able to cut through metal.
Lin Chu gently brushed her fingers over the icy blade of the Tang sword, as if already hearing the sound of blood dripping from it.
In the early apocalypse, gunfire would attract monsters and violent mobs. Cold weapons, however, were silent—perfect for killing.
“Pack it up. Deliver it to the usual place.”
Another few million spent. She didn’t even blink.
That evening, Lin Chu returned to the half-mountain villa.
Something about the outside temperature already felt wrong.
Even though it was 6 p.m. and the sun hadn’t fully set, the car dashboard showed 42°C outside.
The air was thick and suffocating, like a steam chamber. Cicadas screamed in frenzy from the trees.
The villa renovation was nearing completion.
A massive reinforced perimeter wall had already been erected, topped with high-voltage electric fencing—like a steel beast coiled around the hillside.
As she entered the courtyard, she saw him.
Qin Xiao.
He was shirtless, directing workers to install solar panels under the scorching heat.
Sweat slid down his bronze skin, over the scars that crisscrossed his body, and gathered along his sharply defined abs. Unlike gym-built aesthetics, his muscles were like a predator’s—lean, efficient, explosive.
Pure masculine intensity.
Lin Chu stood in the shadows and watched for a moment.
In her previous life, she had seen Qin Xiao kill. A military knife in hand, he carved through a tide of corpses with ruthless precision—no unnecessary movement, only lethal efficiency.
She had resources. She had a fortress. She had weapons.
But she had one fatal weakness—she couldn’t fight.
If she encountered someone like Qin Xiao, she might not even get a chance to use her space ability before being killed instantly.
“Team Leader Qin.”
She walked over in high heels.
Qin Xiao turned around, casually pulling on a T-shirt to cover his toned body. “Miss Lin, the final inspection isn’t until in two days. What’s the rush?”
“I’m not here for the house.”
She removed her sunglasses and met his gaze directly.
“I want to discuss a new business.”
“What is it?”
“I want to hire you.”
She pointed at herself. “To teach me combat… before the apocalypse.”
Qin Xiao let out a mocking laugh.
“Miss Lin, I’m not a personal trainer. If you want abs, go find a gym coach.”
He turned to leave.
“I don’t want abs.”
Lin Chu’s voice turned cold.
“I want to learn how to kill.”
Qin Xiao stopped.
He turned back and looked at her again—really looked.
There was no joke in her eyes. Only something chillingly sharp. A gaze he had only seen in battlefield death zones.
“You know what you’re saying?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
“I do.”
She pulled out her phone and opened the transfer interface.
“One million.”
“I don’t care what style—Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Krav Maga, or your military killing techniques. I only want the most efficient way to take someone down in one move.”
“Teach me for seven days. This is yours.”
Qin Xiao stared at her for a few seconds.
Then a faint, amused smile appeared on his face—the expression of a wolf that had found prey.
“One million for seven days?”
“Miss Lin, my training can get people killed. Are you sure you can handle it?”
“As long as it doesn’t kill me, push me to the limit.”
The transfer notification popped up on his phone.
Qin Xiao’s eyes flickered slightly.
Decisive.
He liked that.
“Fine.”
He tossed his shirt aside again, revealing his battle-hardened physique.
“Come. Attack me. Let me see what you’ve got.”
Half an hour later.
Lin Chu was lifted off the ground like a small chick.
Covered in dirt, elbow scraped, hair disheveled, she grimaced in pain.
In the past thirty minutes, Qin Xiao had thrown her to the ground at least twenty times. There was no mercy in his movements—every technique aimed at joints and pressure points. Pain exploded through her body.
“Too slow. Too soft. All show, no substance.”
“If I were an enemy, you’d already be dead ten times.”
“Again!”
Lin Chu gritted her teeth and got back up.
Her eyes burned brighter than before.
Pain?
This was nothing.
Compared to being boiled alive in the previous life, compared to betrayal and death—this was just scratching an itch.
She wiped the dirt from her lips and charged again like a furious little lioness.
Qin Xiao’s lazy expression shifted slightly.
This rich girl… was interesting.
Not a delicate flower. More like a madwoman crawling back from hell.
“Watch your center of gravity!”
He sidestepped, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her beneath him.
“Remember—when strength is absolute, technique is useless. Don’t clash head-on. Go for the eyes, groin, throat.”
“That’s what killing techniques are.”
Their bodies pressed together, sweat mixing.
Lin Chu gasped for breath, staring at him at close range—but there was no embarrassment in her eyes.
Only calculation.
Memorizing every movement.
Seven days.
After seven days, she would become someone no one could bully again.