Chapter Thirty-Five: The Attack on Linda

Heizi did not use the agility enhancement potion. That potion, upon use, would subject him to a painful and prolonged transformation process, and he feared that Wang Ling might seize the opportunity to kill him during his vulnerable state.

As compensation from Heizi, Wang Ling received three bottles of restorative medicine, all of which were small health potions restoring 50 points each. These potions could be exchanged at any Neural Terminal for 500 currency points a bottle. Identical potions could be stacked, so Wang Ling combined the three with the one he had previously purchased in the Dreamspace.

Next, the two of them discovered a weapon chest in William's room on the second floor. Inside, they found two pairs of nunchaku—no surprise, as William was an agility-type boss, and hiding nunchaku in his room suggested he was adept at wielding these swift, short weapons.

Had they not disguised themselves, infiltrated the club, created chaos, and ambushed William by luring him downstairs, dealing with this swift, nimble, and nunchaku-wielding elite boss would have been exceedingly troublesome—not to mention the additional minions of the Dark Fighters lurking in the club!

Wang Ling now had the required pair of nunchaku for Main Quest 2, while Heizi’s two iron whips were still unaccounted for, leaving him looking rather sour. Noticing his expression, Wang Ling smiled faintly and said, “The elite boss, Big Sister Linda, is the leader of the female gangsters. In the game, when those female gangsters appear, some of them wield iron whips. If my calculations are correct, the iron whips should be obtained from Linda.”

After extinguishing the fire in the club and taking a short rest to recover some stamina, Wang Ling used the fixed telephone in William’s room to call the venue under Linda's watch—a large entertainment complex. The message he left was: “The Bad Kids Nightclub has been attacked. Though the enemy was repelled, our leader William is critically wounded and unconscious. We hope Linda can come to the club to oversee things until William recovers, to prevent another opportunistic attack.”

Luring Linda here to kill her was far safer than assaulting the entertainment complex directly. Besides, since the complex still needed to be guarded, this elite boss would not bring many subordinates with her, allowing Wang Ling and Heizi to set an effective ambush.

Linda, stationed at the entertainment complex, had already received word from headquarters about enemies appearing in New York City. Upon hearing her subordinate’s report about the call, she immediately dialed the club back. Wang Ling answered, artfully faking panic and, with the help of the Dream Badge’s translation, spoke flawless and fluent English—leaving the elite boss without a shred of suspicion.

Linda promptly set out for the Bad Kids Nightclub that very night, though, out of caution, she brought three subordinates along.

These three were not ordinary female gangsters, but Linda’s own daughters—each born to her by the three commanders of the Dark Fighters: the Japanese karate master “Jeff” (second stage boss, wielding tonfa and throwing shuriken), the American white-skinned strongman “Boro” (fourth stage boss, blond muscle-bound brute), and the South African black-skinned powerhouse “A**” (sixth stage boss, terrifyingly muscular).

Linda’s daughters inherited their fathers’ formidable genes and their mother’s “gangster” profession. Despite being only eleven, twelve, and thirteen, they were already extremely powerful—much stronger than ordinary female gangsters. The four of them, mother and daughters, rode Harley motorcycles through the night, engines roaring as they sped to the underground plaza where the Bad Kids Nightclub stood, smoke still billowing in the distance.

Seeing this scene, Linda’s face grew frosty. She stopped her Harley, swung her long legs over the seat, and dismounted—at twenty-eight, she was a mature beauty, stunningly voluptuous and provocatively dressed in a tight red leather outfit.

The top barely covered her breasts, seeming as though it might fall off at any moment. Her explosive F-cup curves were almost entirely exposed, swaying as she walked. The bottom was cut like a bikini, baring her upper thighs, and she wore red leather heels with twenty-centimeter platforms.

Linda’s attire, combined with her cold and mature allure, exuded the aura of a true queen—and indeed, she held a whip in her hand. Twisted from countless thin iron wires, the whip ended in a spiked iron ball, fierce and intimidating in appearance.

Hidden in the shadows, Heizi’s pupils contracted as he immediately recognized that the weapon in her hand must be the iron whip required for Main Quest 2!

The other three Harleys stopped, and Linda’s daughters jumped off. Though all three were of mixed blood, each bore the distinct features of their respective races.

The girl on the left was the smallest, of East Asian descent, her straight black hair in a classic Japanese hime cut. Her delicate features were still childish, her chest flat and undeveloped, exuding a fragile, protected air.

On the right stood the white girl, already showing the early bloom of puberty despite her young age. Her fair face was tinged with a rosy blush, her chest swelling to a D-cup—she would surely grow into her mother’s figure. Her wavy blond hair fell over her shoulders, lending her a peach-like charm beneath her childishness.

The girl in the middle was black, though as a mixed-race child, her skin was a smooth, rich chocolate rather than deep black. Her face was softly contoured, with large double-lidded eyes and a perfect figure, her long legs making up two-thirds of her height—she radiated a unique and indescribable allure. Most striking of all was her hair, which was pure snowy white.

Wang Ling, concealed in the darkness, felt his own pupils contract. These three girls were absolute top-tier lolis of different races! Who could have expected Linda, the elite boss, to bring such high-quality loli subordinates?

The three girls’ outfits were not revealing, but their tight black bodysuits accentuated their figures. Each held a whip—not iron, but black leather.

Wang Ling shook his head, banishing the distracting thoughts that had arisen at the sight of the three girls, and gripped the white-iron musket, now cooled down and ready to fire. Though he possessed the passive skills “Iron Head” and “Iron Legs,” both suited for close combat, he was known to Heizi as a ranged gunman.

Moreover, the musket packed more punch than his own iron axe, and shooting from a distance was safer than close quarters. Naturally, Wang Ling had no intention of charging in for a melee.

Linda, with her three daughters, walked forward. Frowning, she reached out to push open the club’s tightly closed doors, when suddenly the lid of a trash bin to the right exploded open. A thin, black-clad figure shot out like lightning, twin blades flashing with dazzling silver light, aiming directly for the high mound of her right chest.

That was where the heart was!

Hidden in the trash bin, Heizi launched a surprise attack—the “Dash Attack” skill of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ leader, capable of delivering a terrifying blow with five times normal damage when charging, especially when combined with a D-grade blue blade reinforced four times. If it pierced the heart, it could even kill the elite boss in a single strike!

The attack came without warning, sudden and ferocious. Linda was caught off guard. She raised her iron whip to block while retreating, but was still a step too slow. The blade struck her chest, and in the same instant, the upraised whip lashed out, sending the slender figure flying.

From his vantage point in another trash bin, Wang Ling saw through a peephole that Linda’s right breast had been gouged by the blade, leaving a palm-sized chunk of flesh on the ground. The iron whip had sent Heizi flying, a meter-long welt appearing on his body—his clothes and the flesh beneath torn apart by the force of the blow.

It was a planned ambush against a hasty counterattack; both sides were wounded, but it was clear that Linda’s base strength exceeded Heizi’s.

Linda shrieked in pain, clutching her wound. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, her body trembling. Seeing Heizi spring back to his feet after taking a blow from the whip, she gritted her teeth, swung her arm, and lashed out with her iron whip, its spiked ball whistling menacingly.

Heizi, being an agility-type dreamer, was quick to react. As the whip came down, he leapt back to dodge. By now, Linda’s three daughters had closed in from three sides, blocking his escape. The black girl cracked her leather whip, striking Heizi squarely on the back as he dodged.

Though the leather whip’s power was a mere tenth of Linda’s iron whip, its sting was unyielding. Infuriated, Heizi spun around and launched another “Dash Attack,” plunging his blade into the girl’s chest; she died immediately.

Seeing their sister killed, the other two girls screamed, lashing their whips in unison. Heizi leapt into the air, dodging as he launched a spinning kick, his feet slamming into their chests. Their ribs broke, puncturing their hearts; both girls flew back several meters, collapsing in bloody heaps.

As a self-confessed lover of both lolis and mature women, Wang Ling felt a pang of regret at the death of these three stunning lolis, even if they were enemies. But for Linda, watching her daughters slaughtered, there was no regret—only fury and madness. Ignoring the wound on her chest, she charged at Heizi, swinging her iron whip like a raging beast.