Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System
Chapter 182: Reunion

Chapter 182: Reunion

March 23rd, 7:13 PM — Third Floor, Gu Tianhao’s Mansion

Mu Qinglan POV

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Jiang Roulan stood frozen in the doorway, jaw slack, eyes darting from the puddles of blood to the twitching hand half-smashed under the bust cabinet. I let The Endless Night drop against the floor with a heavy clang, grinning like an idiot while I wiped some splatter from my chin with the back of my hand.

"You look like you walked through a slaughterhouse," Roulan breathed, voice thin as glass.

I spread my arms, letting blood drip from my elbows, half-giddy and half just high off surviving. "What, you don’t like my new perfume?" My voice cracked into a giggle. "It’s very... sweet. Maybe John will go wild for it."

Roulan just blinked at me, mouth opening and closing. She didn’t look scared, just... rattled. I loved it. If she screamed, maybe I’d feel normal. Instead, she stepped into the carnage. Her bare feet almost slipped in a streak of gore.

"Holy shit, Qinglan, are you—did you do all this?"

"Obviously." I flashed her a full smile, the kind that said I might be two heartbeats away from cackling or crying. "You want a demonstration? Maybe I should’ve let the last one live so you could see."

Somehow... being myself in front of Jiang Roulan felt great! No, father. No family. No bullshit!

Only Me.

The real me!

Roulan’s lips twitched. "No thanks. I think you made your point."

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was raw, hot, and a little crazy. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, the high of violence still coiling in my gut.

She stared at my sword, then at my face, then at the ruined guards. "You... you really were always like this, weren’t you?"

I shrugged, running a blood-soaked hand through my hair.

"What? Insane? Please. You should see me after sex."

That finally did it—Roulan burst out laughing, even though tears shimmered in her eyes. "God, I almost forgot this side of you, you psycho."

I grinned wider, teeth stained pink. "Don’t get soft on me now. You’re supposed to be my rival, not my therapist."

She walked closer, still tense, still on edge, but not backing away. "If you can walk, we need to move. The others—Tang Wei’s leading a breakout."

"Yeah?" My chest squeezed, not with fear, but maybe something like hope. "John’s alive, isn’t he?"

Roulan hesitated, but nodded. "He’s fighting. We all are. So save the crazy for the bad guys, alright?"

I hefted The Endless Night, feeling the rush of Qi slide through me again. "No promises. John loves it when I act this way."

"Eh? Really!? Damn pervert..."

Jiang Roulan wasn’t boring.

I used to think she was, but it’s clear that was me being stupid.

"Do you want to try? I have this...." A short blade rolled in the palm of my hand, shimmering in the moonlight.

"Stop being a freak! I have these!"

She patted her black tonfa, but they seemed to be stronger than before.

"Whatever!"

Together, we walked through the ruins of my fury—rival and rival, both grinning, both shaking, and neither quite sure which of us was the scarier bitch in the room.

But at least, for now, we were alive.

And that was enough.

***

Roulan led, but every step I took felt like peeling a mask off my skin. There was nothing left to hide. No, scolding, no warnings, no etiquette lessons. Just the rush of power in my muscles, the cold bite of The Endless Night in my grip, and the rhythmic pounding of my heart.

We slipped down the stairwell, shadows dancing across the walls—one blood-smeared psycho and one pissed-off queen, both too stubborn to die.

Guards didn’t expect women to fight. That was their first mistake.

Two more idiots rounded the corner near the old study, probably looking for the source of the screams. I smiled so wide my jaw ached. Roulan didn’t hesitate. Her tonfa smashed the first in the gut, folding him in half. I spun in behind her, blade singing as I lopped the second’s weapon arm at the elbow.

He shrieked. Blood splattered the floor.

Forgive me, I am a bad... bad... girl.

John... I’m so horny right now; hurry and push me down!

I giggled. Couldn’t help it. Maybe I was losing it. Perhaps I’d already lost it.

Roulan glanced at me, breathless, lips twitching. "You’re enjoying this too much."

"After the time I’ve had? I deserve a little fun." I planted my boot on the groaning man’s chest, kicked him down the stairs, then dragged the flat of my blade across the blood-slick tiles. The ice Qi left little frosted patterns in its wake.

We crept through a trashed bedroom, broken vases and torn bedding underfoot. The air stank of fear and sweat. Somewhere below, someone was shouting orders. Tang Wei’s voice? Maybe.

I crouched by the balcony, eyes flicking over the chaos below. Spotlights swept the yard. More guards converged on the front steps, guns drawn. The alarm must have gone up. Didn’t matter. We just had to cut through.

Roulan tapped my shoulder, eyes narrow. "Ready to meet the others?"

I grinned. "Let’s see if they’ve left any fun for us."

My heart beat harder—anticipation, not dread. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to move without fear. To be myself. Even if that new self became stained red.

We burst from the hall, moving as one—me with my blade, Roulan with her tonfa, laughter and curses trailing in our wake as we raced for the stairwell, for Tang Wei, for the bloody, beautiful, wild road to freedom.

Tonight, nobody was holding us back.

Not men.

Not monsters.

Not even each other.

***

We didn’t have to search for long. Even in chaos, survivors found each other by instinct or scent—or, in our case, by the trail of battered guards.

I spotted Tang Wei first, halfway down the main hall. She still moved with that quiet, deliberate force—broad shoulders tense, a blade in her hand, blood soaking the cuff of her shirt. Zhou Xue flanked her, eyes hard, rifle cradled awkwardly against her side. Liang Mei and Liang Qiu stuck close behind, wary but unbroken.

Roulan barely paused. "Tang Wei." Her tone was low, clipped.

Tang Wei’s eyes swept over us, lingering on the blood and filth smeared across my shirt, the weight of The Endless Night in my grip. Her face didn’t change, but her nod felt like a small sigh of relief.

"You two look like hell," she said, voice level as ever.

"Better than the men upstairs," I replied, letting a sharp smile curl on my lips.

She took that in stride. "We’re moving for the basement. They said John’s down there. He’ll need help—assuming he’s alive."

I met her gaze, letting her see I was just as ruthless, just as ready. "Lead the way."

The others fell in behind, tense, silent, moving like soldiers on a raid. Every creak in the mansion made my fingers tighten on the sword hilt. The house felt like it was holding its breath.

At the stairwell, a guard stepped into our path—maybe thinking he could play the hero. Tang Wei didn’t hesitate. She blocked his swing, twisted his arm, and shoved him into the wall with a quiet efficiency that made my heart thump. He slid to the floor, out cold.

We moved on.

The lower level stank of mould and metal. Somewhere ahead, boots pounded, and angry voices barked orders. But all I could hear was the hum of my own nerves, the promise of steel and violence.

A loud bang rattled the pipes overhead.

Everyone froze, eyes wide.

The next instant, a body—one of Gu Tianhao’s guards—crashed through the corridor ahead. He hit the far wall with a sickening crunch, blood smearing a jagged streak as he slumped to the floor.

Nobody spoke.

Not even Tang Wei.

In the sudden silence, another shadow loomed in the basement doorway.

He stepped out—tall, bare-chested, body marked by fresh wounds and old scars, eyes burning neon blue in the low light. His hair was longer, darker, and the set of his jaw looked so hot and dangerous.

John.

For a second, the world held still.

Then Tang Wei’s lips twitched in the barest hint of approval.

Roulan breathed out, "He’s alive..."

And me?

I smiled, wild and reckless, gripping The Endless Night as shouts rang out above us.

He looked so hot that my ovaries must notice... taller, stronger and sexier.

Damn, I wish these women weren’t here.

Behind him, two other people staggered out of the doorway with bloody faces and swollen lips; it was Deng Hua and Chen Xun.

No way did I almost forget these guys.

"Let’s clear a path," Tang Wei said.

John’s grin cut through the tension as he moved forward, approaching me... then he touched my chin with a faint smile.

"J-John—Mmmmn!?"

The kiss was intense, dirty and wet... the feeling of his tongue wrapping around mine and the suction made my mind blank. It was passionate enough to make me press against the wall and stick out my ass and let him fuck me... damn it.

Finally, we were together.

And hell was about to break loose.

But the hell in my panties was already beyond control...

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