Chapter 134
Chapter 134: Sister Tea Snaps a Bug’s Neck with One Kick—Then Gets Taken by a Net
“Yes, Chief.”
The subordinate’s voice was bright with eagerness. He lifted a tranquilizer gun, sighted along the barrel, and aimed at Jiang Tea Tea’s lower back and the red-black dragon’s body beneath her.
Two tranquilizer darts shot out with sharp, slicing whistles.
Jiang Tea Tea’s abdomen—and her lower back—were wrapped in a tight layer of magic power.
One dart didn’t even reach her. It hit her protective layer and rebounded as if it had struck steel.
The dart fired at Sui Xuan Chu snapped in half against his scales and spun away.
The two hidden operatives went pale. “She noticed—move! Change positions!”
Jiang Tea Tea had already locked onto them. Without turning her head, she formed another seal, stacking a second layer of magic power over her abdomen.
She stepped on Sui Xuan Chu’s back and launched herself off him.
“There are bugs ambushing us,” she said coldly. “I’m going after them. You handle the black dragon.”
Sui Xuan Chu roared in acknowledgment, dropping lower to engage—
The black dragon shrieked and flung the two beastfolk it had been holding straight at him, then dived after him with claws out.
Sui Xuan Chu’s long tail snapped out, wrapping the two falling women and hauling them safely aside, but the moment cost him.
The black dragon’s claws raked across his body, tearing a bloody gash through scales and flesh.
Pain jolted through him. His beast form dropped out of the air, falling hard.
He twisted mid-fall, using his own body as a cushion so the two beastfolk women wouldn’t be injured.
They hit the ground with him beneath them. Aside from the claw wounds from the black dragon, they were safe.
Sui Xuan Chu gritted his teeth, transformed back into human form, and dumped a tube of medicine down his throat in one practiced motion.
The blood running from his wounds—and the scales knocked loose—remained red-black.
No gold.
Then he left the shaken women behind, leapt, and transformed again, roaring as he threw himself back into the air to tear into the black dragon.
“Since you’re already here,” Jiang Tea Tea called out, “running without saying hello feels rude… doesn’t it, little bugs?”
She hit the ground in a blink—shrink the earth to an inch—then pivoted, branch-staff in hand, blocking three Insect Clan operatives head-on.
If they hadn’t attacked her first, it would’ve been hard to notice them. Their human disguises were too convincing.
In the dim light, the one in front bared his teeth in a smile. “Respected 3S-rank healer, Your Excellency—there’s a misunderstanding. We weren’t ambushing you. We simply wanted to greet you and lead you here to speak.”
Jiang Tea Tea stared at his smile with bright, cold eyes that treated night like daylight. “You want to talk?”
“Fine. Before we talk, tell me this—how many bugs did you bring?”
The leader’s smile widened. “How many doesn’t matter. What matters is you.”
“We like you very much. We like your mutated ability very much. We want to invite you to our Insect Clan as a one-of-a-kind, national-treasure-level healer.”
“Of course, you can name any conditions you want. Any type of male. More money than you can spend. A mansion. Endless servants. Jewelry you’ll never finish wearing, clothes you’ll never finish trying. Whatever you want—we’ll place it in front of you and let you choose.”
Jiang Tea Tea stabbed the end of her branch-staff into the ground, then opened her Lightbrain and flashed her payment code at them. “Since you’re so generous, show me your strength.”
“Transfer some money. Let me spend a little.”
The leader’s face cracked with shock.
He clearly hadn’t expected her to demand cash up front—so shamelessly, so directly.
Was it possible… she’d actually been tempted?
Had he really persuaded her to leave the Zhen Lin Empire and return to the Insect Clan as one of them?
Jiang Tea Tea watched the flicker of hope in his eyes and laughed with open disdain. “Little bug. If you’re broke, just say so. Why are you painting dreams for me and pretending to be some big shot?”
“Oh. I get it.” Her smile sharpened. “You weren’t here to invite me at all. You were here to freeload.”
The leader snapped, offended. “Who said we’re broke? The Insect Clan has rare minerals. The Insect Clan has money. I’ll transfer.”
Jiang Tea Tea lifted her chin. “Don’t transfer too little. It won’t match my status. If you insult me, I’ll get angry.”
The leader forced a smile. “Miss Jiang Tea Tea, don’t worry. You’re a guest we want to invite. I’ll transfer enough to satisfy you.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Jiang Tea Tea said lightly.
He made the transfer.
He was an infiltrator stationed on the capital planet—his funds weren’t small. The number that popped up was over a hundred million star credits.
Jiang Tea Tea glanced at it, transferred it out immediately as a donation, and then looked back at him with obvious contempt. “One hundred million?”
“You call that ‘enough to satisfy me’?”
She laughed. “No. That’s not satisfaction. That’s naked humiliation.”
Before the leader could react, Jiang Tea Tea ripped her staff free and attacked.
He stumbled backward, hands up, scrambling for words. “Miss Jiang Tea Tea—this is just pocket money, a greeting gift. If you come back with me to the Insect Clan, you’ll get ten times this, a hundred times, a thousand times—”
Jiang Tea Tea’s staff snapped across his chest with a wet crack, drawing blood. She didn’t only attack him—she struck at the two beside him as well.
“You can’t even show sincerity while standing on Zhen Lin soil,” she said coldly. “If I went back with you, wouldn’t you just squeeze me to death?”
“Forget it. Since you have no sincerity, don’t blame me for being rude. I’ll keep you here and cash you in.”
The leader backpedaled, frantic. “Miss Jiang Tea Tea, one hundred million is just a greeting gift. Whatever you want after that, we’ll give—”
“Not interested,” Jiang Tea Tea cut in, her staff whipping out again. It struck him hard enough to make him stagger, blood spilling freely.
The two subordinates hissed with rage.
Their bodies rippled and burst into insect form.
One became a massive mantis, its green so bright it hurt the eyes.
The other became a sword-horn locust, a darker, more ominous green.
Both had wings. Both had long, serrated claws like saw teeth.
They beat their wings and surged upward, claws slashing down at Jiang Tea Tea.
Jiang Tea Tea leaned back with smooth precision.
The saw-toothed claws sliced through the air inches from her face without touching her.
The leader seized the opening. He yanked out a gun, aimed for her shoulder, and fired.
Bang.
Jiang Tea Tea’s shrink the earth to an inch outpaced the bullet.
In the blink between heartbeat and breath, she was behind him.
Her staff looped over his neck, winding itself around four tight coils.
Then she swung.
The leader’s human-form body—over a hundred pounds—whipped through the air like a toy and smashed straight into the mantis and locust.
Their serrated claws couldn’t retract in time.
With a brutal ripping sound, both sets of claws impaled their own leader.
Jiang Tea Tea didn’t give him time to scream. She yanked hard, dragging him off the claws.
Four bloody holes gushed from his body. He trembled violently, trying to dissolve back into insect form and slip away.
Jiang Tea Tea didn’t let him.
She swung him again.
The two subordinates lurched aside, terrified their claws would slice their leader apart if they stayed in place.
Jiang Tea Tea spun him like a flail, chasing them in circles, making a mockery of their wings and speed.
They were forced back step by step, trapped and helpless—
“Useless!” the leader screamed through blood and shaking. “Stop running! Attack!”
The two subordinates froze for an instant, then launched forward, obeying.
Jiang Tea Tea slammed their leader’s body into a streetlight with a crash.
The streetlight shattered. Sparks sprayed, sizzling.
Jiang Tea Tea’s fingers formed a fire seal.
It looked like the sparks ignited the leader—
But it was her spell.
Flames erupted across him.
Insects feared fire in their bones. The two subordinates flinched and dodged instinctively.
But Jiang Tea Tea had already branded both of them with her fire seal.
When the burning leader’s body struck them again, flames exploded across their carapaces.
Two wet sizzling sounds rose at once.
The two burning insects abandoned their attack entirely, rolling on the ground in a desperate attempt to smother the fire.
It only grew.
Skin split. Flesh cracked. Screams tore out of them.
About ten minutes later, both subordinates lay barely alive, the air thick with the greasy scent of charred meat. Their flames dwindled to weak tongues.
Jiang Tea Tea stepped onto the leader’s face, grinding down until his features cracked beneath her sole.
“Tell me,” she said, voice calm and cruel. “How many bugs did you bring?”
The leader panted, his face blackened and burned, eyes full of venom. “Cunning pure human. You never intended to come with us. You just wanted to steal my money.”
Jiang Tea Tea pressed harder until something in his face fractured. “I’ll ask again. How many bugs did you bring?”
The leader suddenly laughed, wild and triumphant. “You want to know how many? I’ll tell you—countless. Endless.”
“You and your classmates… you’ll be harvested by our swarm—”
Crack.
Jiang Tea Tea shifted her foot.
One clean stomp snapped his neck.
She kicked his body toward the two burned subordinates.
They tried to struggle up, rage and grief pushing them—but their bodies couldn’t obey.
Jiang Tea Tea walked over, snapped her branch-staff into two pieces, and drove each piece straight through a subordinate’s shoulder blades, pinning them to the ground like stakes.
Their screams went razor-sharp. Their bodies convulsed. They lay there trembling, clinging to a final thread of breath.
A thunderous dragon cry split the air.
Jiang Tea Tea looked up.
In the sky, Sui Xuan Chu was being swarmed—white dragon, blue dragon, flower dragon, more than one—tearing at him in a frenzy.
Scales flew. Blood dripped in streams.
Jiang Tea Tea’s brows drew tight.
She bent her knees to leap—
And a black net dropped over her head.
It wrapped around her before she could blink out.
Electricity crackled through it.
Pain slammed into her limbs. Her muscles went soft, and she dropped from the air, hitting the ground hard.
Her abdomen was protected by magic power, so the fall didn’t harm her cubs—but before she could even breathe out relief, the net tightened.
Five figures in black rushed out, faces covered, each holding a tranquilizer gun.
They raised the barrels and fired into her netted body without hesitation.