Chapter 67: Joy and Fortune

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Qin Qing had just left the central district of BS City and was now approaching the outskirts. Suddenly, a cold, emotionless voice echoed around her, its tone bereft of any feeling. She would never forget this voice, nor would she mistake it—the voice belonged to God.

But this time, aside from its usual neutrality and lack of emotion, there was a hint of anger threading through it.

"Announcement to all players! Announcement to all players!

Player number 3467 has violated the rules by using large-scale, wide-area lethal weapons, severely affecting the fairness and entertainment value of this hunting game.

This God has decided to penalize the main offender by halving all four of their base attributes as punishment.

Additionally, the accomplice, player number 7845, will have all four of their base attributes reduced by one-tenth as punishment.

Should there be further violations, whether by the principal or the accomplice, I will enforce Rule Six directly. Rule Six will now be distributed to every game participant—please check your notifications."

This announcement from God echoed three times before finally fading away.

Qin Qing was stunned by the sudden proclamation, slamming the brakes and coming to a halt, her face a complex tapestry of emotions.

She quickly reviewed the content of Rule Six—it was a restriction imposed by God regarding the use of large-scale thermal weaponry.

After reading it, Qin Qing fell silent in her car.

Several seconds passed.

Qin Qing summoned her tracking map, pressed the accelerator, and sped off toward the green marker on the map, faster than before.

"So what if large-scale lethal weapons are forbidden? So what if half my base stats have been deducted? A timely help is worth more than mere embellishment—now is the perfect moment to offer my allegiance," she thought to herself.

Qin Qing was a woman of decisive action. Just as she had resolved to kill Sun Hao'an, once she made up her mind, she never wavered. Even after handling the aftermath and escaping the manor, she remained calm, not breaking down until she was truly safe.

Sometimes, a person's growth is slow; other times, it surges forward with astonishing speed.

Qin Qing was no longer the naive art college student she once was as an actress, but a mature-minded huntress, a qualified strong contender.

In truth, she had always admired strength since childhood.

To Qin Qing, the chosen ones were truly fortunate; strengthened again and again, they were all stronger than ordinary people.

And those who could prompt God to issue an announcement and create a special rule for restriction—without doubt, they were the true strongest among the chosen.

About ten minutes later,

Qin Qing, delighted, discovered that the green marker she had tracked had moved from its original position; judging by its new location, it was heading in her direction.

Had she ventured alone into the primitive mountain forest, even with the tracking map, the nighttime terrain would have been treacherous, fraught with countless dangers.

All those survival videos and wilderness knowledge she had absorbed had not been in vain.

Half an hour later, she parked her pickup in an open area at the edge of the mountains, turned on the headlights, and sat atop the car, waiting for the person to arrive.

Her intention was to show her sincerity and lack of hostility.

Judging by the ever-refreshing location of the marker on her tracking map, it would be about half an hour before the person arrived.

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While waiting atop the car, Qin Qing let her mind wander, imagining what kind of person was coming toward her—handsome or ugly, young or old, though no older than forty-four, surely.

Even if it were a forty-four-year-old man, with full restorative treatment, she believed he would look quite youthful.

She had unwavering faith in the miraculous effects of full restorative treatment.

But deep down, she hoped for a young, handsome man.

Soon, more than forty minutes had passed.

Lost in her reverie, Qin Qing saw a figure emerge from the mountain forest ahead.

The newcomer had ordinary features, but his expression was cold and stern; his eyes were resolute and indifferent, radiating an aura that warned strangers away.

He wore close-cropped hair and a military uniform that fit his well-proportioned, upright frame, exuding an air of discipline and iron determination.

He was none other than Huang Feng.

Huang Feng gazed calmly at Qin Qing atop the car, and she, in turn, scrutinized him closely.

"Although he differs somewhat from the man I imagined, overall, he's not bad," Qin Qing thought to herself.

"Why are you waiting for me here?" Huang Feng did not advance further, remaining where he stood and speaking out.

His right hand rested on the gun at his waist, ready to draw it instantly if needed.

If she had shown any sign of hostility, he would've acted without hesitation, incapacitating her before asking questions.

"My name is Qin Qing. You can call me Qingqing. I mean no harm—I came specifically to join you," Qin Qing said with a smile, glancing at the wary Huang Feng.

Her smile was radiant, her beauty and alluring figure enough to captivate most men.

After a brief introduction, she recounted the moment she witnessed the missile launch, deduced it was Huang Feng's doing, and felt admiration and respect, prompting her to seek him out.

Huang Feng listened quietly, his expression unchanged; it was difficult to discern his true thoughts from his subtle reactions.

As Qin Qing spoke, he scrutinized her carefully.

He noticed the quiver and compound bow slung across her back and wondered silently if her primary enhancement, like Zhao Ming's, was speed.

"If you're here to join me, could you show me your personal enhancement panel?" Huang Feng said after Qin Qing finished, his tone more commanding than questioning, his demeanor brooking no refusal.

"Of course, that's no problem. Take a look," Qin Qing replied, seeing this as an opportunity to demonstrate her sincerity.

Without hesitation, she brought up her personal enhancement panel.

Name: Qin Qing.

Chosen Number: 685.

Stamina Value: 112.

Spirit Value: 232.

Strength Value: 82.

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Speed Value: 120.

Overall Combat Power: 142.

Remaining Full Restorative Treatment: 1 time.

Huang Feng examined the panel, and his heart leaped with joy. His luck was extraordinary—to encounter a chosen one whose primary enhancement was spirit, and who had come to him with clear sincerity and no hint of hostility.

As for the recent penalty of one-tenth deduction to his four attributes by God, he had anticipated it; though the punishment stung, it hadn't truly crippled him.

Had he suffered a deduction of half, as Zhao Ming had, he would have been furious, perhaps even resorting to curses.

"Very well. From now on, you stay with me. You have two minutes to gather your things—we leave immediately and must travel light," Huang Feng ordered, not one for unnecessary words, having seen Qin Qing's panel and made his decision.

Qin Qing was overjoyed, leaping down from the car and quickly retrieving her belongings.

In less than two minutes, she stood before Huang Feng with a backpack.

Huang Feng looked her over at close range, noting she was indeed a rare beauty, and couldn't help but glance a few more times.

Qin Qing noticed his gaze, but felt no embarrassment—rather, she was secretly pleased, and carried herself with poise.

She, too, observed him up close, noting faint scars on his face, clearly old wounds. She immediately realized he had not undergone full restorative treatment.

"By the way, what's your name? I need to know how to address you," Qin Qing asked, momentarily setting aside her desire to extol the wonders of full restorative treatment.

"My name is Huang Feng. I once had the codename Black Mamba. You can call me Black Mamba," Huang Feng replied, withdrawing his gaze and considering for a moment.

Black Mamba? What an odd name.

"Black Mamba is too long and doesn't roll off the tongue. You look older than me—how about I call you Brother Feng?" Qin Qing said, puzzled but not pressing further, smiling as she spoke.

"Fine, it's just a name," Huang Feng said, not bothered by her choice.

He then plunged into the forest to lead the way, Qin Qing following with a flashlight.

Once they left, the area was deserted—only the pickup remained, alone and isolated.

As they traversed the mountains, Qin Qing found a suitable moment to tell Huang Feng about the miraculous effects of full restorative treatment.

Huang Feng was deeply moved, his expression changing several times. He didn't immediately use his treatment to see if it was as Qin Qing described, deciding instead to wait until they returned to base.

If Qin Qing's claims were true, he felt a twinge of hesitation—would the calluses he'd developed from years of training also disappear?

But recalling his high stamina value, that worry seemed insignificant.

As they pressed onward, conversation was sparse, mostly focused on making headway.

Though Huang Feng slowed his pace, Qin Qing still struggled, her clothes torn by thorns, her expensive shoes nearly ruined by the rugged terrain.

Yet she persevered without complaint.

Her resilience earned her a few more approving glances from Huang Feng.