Weapon seller in the world of magic-Chapter 795: Earth 1712: Vera’s battle

She forced a breath out through her nose, calming herself. "Thanks for letting me play with you. Really. But I’m gonna wander a bit."

"Sure," Jiaqi said. "Take care, okay?"

After exchanging phone numbers with the twins, Vera left the place, turning down one of the winding side lanes after exiting the Wushan Square

The energy of the crowd faded as she got further from the center, replaced by quiet alleys and shops.

She was just admiring a booth selling ceramic wind chimes when a voice called out behind her.

"Hey! Girl! Wait... you dropped something."

She turned, half on guard... and froze.

The same three boys from earlier stood across the street.

This time, Tang Roujin raised his phone, snapped a photo of her, and laughed loudly. "Oops. Maybe you dropped your wings or something?"

His friends howled, slapping each other’s backs like it was the funniest thing ever.

Vera’s eyes darkened as she replied. "That’s the lamest pick-up line ever."

She clenched her fists for a moment before releasing them and turning around to walk away, ignoring them.

Meanwhile, far away on the rooftop of a nearby building, Zealot, the man assigned to watch over her by Sungjun, knelt behind the shade of a rusted billboard, a pair of military-grade binoculars pressed to his eyes as usual.

He hummed quietly to himself. "Should I intervene?" he murmured.

His fingers hovered near the case beside him, a matte-black briefcase with biometric locks.

But then he lowered the binoculars slightly, shaking his head. "No, I was only told to intervene when it is a situation where this young lady cannot handle it by herself."

Right then, he watched the three boys run after her; the leader of the gang seemed visibly irritated.

He grabbed her hands, stopping Vera from moving further.

"You..." As Vera was surprised and then tried to get free, Tang Roujin spoke to her, leaning his head forward. "You know what. Forget about a treat. How about accompanying me and my friends to the club? I’ll buy you anything you want."

"This..." Zealot grabbed the briefcase immediately. "This is no longer teasing. I should take him out right now."

He took out what seemed like a mini sniper rifle from the case and aimed at the boy. As Zealot wondered where to strike, the head, the neck, the leg, perhaps... Just as he decided to aim at the hand that grabbed Vera, he found Vera, visibly frustrated, transformed.

The blinding flash of light pushed away Roujin.

Her features then warped, her form expanding into the shape of a black wolf. It brought the attention of the crowd instantly. Some even took out their phones to take the footage.

"Hmm... it looks like the young lady has decided to take action. Let’s wait a bit more." Zealot mumbled.

"What the..." The boy faltered for a moment, taken aback by the sudden shift in Vera’s demeanor. But he wasn’t done.

"You little sht."

With a growl, he summoned a blue fireball in his hand, the flames crackling and growing in size.

He hurled it toward Vera, taking the initiative to attack.

Vera turned into a blur and dodged to the side; the blue fireball went past her and was about to hit someone, but some hooded person blocked it, and the fireball disappeared.

Meanwhile, Vera charged at the boys and swung her claws at Roujin. The latter blocks it, but has her arm injured with her claws cut deeply into his skin.

Gaaah!

Letting out a painful, guttural scream, he orders the other two to attack her. "Kill that bich."

One of the two boys grew bigger and muscled before giving Vera a punch to her head.

Vera blasted away, sliding against the ground for a while before she stopped right before she was about to collide with the people behind her.

There was a little girl standing almost right behind, crying aloud. The mother hugged her and attempted to drag her back.

It was at this moment that the boy threw another fireball at Vera.

Vera’s body is enveloped with lightning sparks.

She was about to attempt evading, but just then, her eyes widened in the realization of that action, and as a result, she didn’t move from the spot, letting the fireball strike her.

She collapsed to the ground, her form shifting back to her human state, a bruise appearing on her shoulder with a burnt mark.

The boy then conjured another fireball, stepping toward her. The crowd spectated, gasps and murmurings filled the place.

"So, you really think you can take us head-on because you can transform into a wolf? I guess that is why you must be so proud. Watch me destroy that face of yours so that no man would even care to look at it."

Just as he was about to throw it at Vera, something blurred formed, followed by the appearance of a hooded figure.

He let down the hood and showed his face, looking down at Vera. "Hey, are you alright?"

"Wang Jun, stop poking your nose into my business. Get lost now," Tang Roujin scowled, stepping forward, but the boy stood his ground.

With a deep breath, he raised his hand, summoning a massive golem that materialized beside him, a towering, hulking creature made of stone.

"Try me if you dare," the young man said calmly.

The troublemakers hesitated, Roujin cursing under his breath as he looked at the towering golem. "Tch... Let’s go." Without another word, the group scattered, retreating from the place.

While the videos went on to the internet, on several social handles, some public and some just private, the savior turned back to Vera, checking on her.

She stood on shaky legs, looking at him. "You alright?" He asked again. She nodded, slightly in a daze as she stared at his face. She felt like she had seen him somewhere, but couldn’t point him out.

"I’m fine," she muttered.

Wang Jun, the one who encountered her when she was on a street food tour in the afternoon, nodded with a smile and put on the hood again before walking away.

Vera’s gaze lingered on his back for a moment before he left, disappearing into the crowd. She didn’t speak to him further, didn’t thank him, nothing. She just stared in a daze.

Meanwhile, on the nearby rooftop, Zealot gritted his teeth. "Fk. I didn’t intervene in the right time, and the young lady was injured. I was supposed to intervene and make sure she didn’t get injured. The General (Tempest) is going to punish me. I can’t escape from this. So, I can only ask for some leniency. No, before that, let’s first take care of him and then inform the General."

Meanwhile, at Xueli’s residence, Tianzhu was focused on the schedule sent by Jingmin, who, for some reason, went on a three-day emergency leave. In Jingmin’s absence, Tianzhu was appointed as the temporary assistant to handle the scheduling.

04:00 AM — Salon

07:00 AM — Breakfast

10:00 AM – Live radio interview to promote her upcoming movie, plus some general life updates.

1:45 PM – Fashion magazine cover shoot for Elle Global, featuring another actress.

6:00 PM – Fine dining business meeting with a brand CEO she was endorsing, discussing future collaborations.

8:30 PM – Night spa session to relieve stress.

Tianzhu exhaled. "That’s a packed schedule you have today, Jiejie. You don’t have time for even lunch."

"Yeah, I know." Xueli shrugged. "That’s why I told Jingmin to push the 7 o’clock dining meeting to 6 so that I can have an early dinner. I was also invited to a late-night talk show, but I refused. After all, I’m no longer an actress who wanted to climb the ladder as much as possible. Now, I’m established and I have family to spend with."

Tianzhu shook his head. "No wonder you have an early perimenopause."

Xueli’s jaw dropped. "Do you want to get smacked up in the face?"

Tianzhu grinned, silently staring out the window without making any further comment. But inwardly, he thought, "You really should thank Qin Dongzhi for this. His obsession with his work and negligence toward us made us spend more time with our children."

In the evening; 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Neon lights buzzed along the Wulin square, spilling over into the late-night energy of one of Hangzhou’s most notorious nightlife districts. Zealot moved swiftly, heading straight for the club he was supposed to go to. Club Nostalgia.

He blended in with ease with an AirPod in his ear, walking past the glittering interior filled with patrons talking, laughing, and drinking.

"Zealot, CCTV recordings have been put on loop," someone spoke into the AirPod.

"Got it. Keep it that way for now." Zealot muttered under his breath, going through the crowd.

He made his way to a private booth at the back, the crowd thick and loud, unaware of his presence.

The boy was easy to find.

He was seated with a group of friends, a 19-year-old surrounded by grown adults, both men and women.

One woman, laughing and all but hanging off him, was giving him a lap dance, her body shaking in circles as the boy smirked, completely absorbed in the moment.

The moment his eyes captured the boy’s presence, his jaw clenched. "Found you, bastard." Zealot didn’t waste any time giving the order to the hacker. "Zero, disable the Lights, all sorts of lights. Let the music go on."

"Affirmed"

In a matter of seconds, the world around him darkened.

"Wooo"

Outside, on the dance floor, cheers erupted from some guys and girls due to the lights going out.

But not everyone had the same reaction. Those in the private booths have an entirely opposite reaction.