Chapter 118
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Volume 2 + Chapter 118: Broom, Submit To Me!
Under everyone’s gaze, Xia Yi mentally prepared herself and slowly spoke:
“You only saw the second layer, and you thought I was only on the first. In fact, I’m on the fifth layer.”
The expressions of the people in the card parlor changed.
One of the dragons at the table glanced toward the boss at the counter.
The boss immediately ran out and only returned after a while.
“Boss, she’s alone. No one else is with her.”
“Got it.” The card player nodded.
Then he glanced again and gave a subtle signal.
Xia Yi walked up to the card table.
What she said earlier was a code—if you came into the card parlor and said that line, it meant you wanted to meet one of the Shadow King’s subordinates.
This was intel Lucius had obtained.
Obviously, these people responded—they were subordinates of the Shadow King.
One of the card players stood up and offered Xia Yi his seat.
Without overthinking, she sat down.
The player who gave up his seat immediately became the dealer, began to cut and shuffle the cards, and then started dealing.
“We heard there’s a rich dragon who wants to provide aid to the poor in the lower district,” the Shadow King’s subordinate asked. “Is that you?”
“Yes.”
Xia Yi picked up her cards and glanced at them.
Hmm…
Not great.
The Shadow King’s subordinates looked at the silver-haired loli sitting in a chair, her small feet not even touching the floor, shiny little shoes dangling in the air—was she really not here just to make trouble?
“We heard that the rich dragonfolk is a flashy playboy kind of guy.”
“He’s my subordinate. Had something to deal with today and couldn’t make it, so I came by myself.”
Xia Yi was ready to take a gamble.
“I’ll call the landlord!”
“…”
“…”
The other two dragonfolk fell silent. Their cheeks twitched—did they just get played?
Was this noble lady really not here to mess with them?
Xia Yi waved her hand at the dealer.
“They passed. Give the cards to me.”
“…Oh.”
The dealer froze for a moment, then passed her the three extra cards.
The little princess eagerly flipped them over, added them to her hand, took a careful look—
Doomed.
Didn’t get the cards she needed. Her hand was trash—no gambler could save this.
“We heard the rich dragons truly wanted to help the poor in the lower district. That’s why we waited here,” the Shadow King’s subordinate continued talking to Xia Yi. “We hate nobles, but we agreed to come because of the recommendation.”
“Yes, I really do want to help you.”
“Then, how much money are you offering? How much did you bring today?”
“I didn’t bring any.”
“You didn’t bring a single coin?!”
“6.”
“6 what? Are you messing with us?!” the Shadow King’s subordinate slammed the table.
“I was just playing a 6,” Xia Yi said, aggrieved.
Then she pointed innocently at the 6 she had just played.
The subordinate’s expression began to crack, but he took a deep breath and sat back down.
“9!”
“Can’t beat it.”
“Me neither,” Xia Yi replied. “I came to talk with you. If possible, I’d like to meet the Shadow King—it’s important.”
“Talk about what?”
“About the future of the lower district. I think that just giving money can’t truly change things here…”
“Now you’re just messing with us!! You nobles are all scum!!”
The Shadow King’s subordinate was fully enraged and flipped the table on the spot.
Their resentment toward nobles ran deep. Sitting down with one was already pushing it, but now this naïve noble girl showed up empty-handed, unwilling to provide aid—of course they exploded.
“Enough talk! Boss, let’s just grab her—bet that another noble will cough up the money to buy her back!”
“Alright!”
The Shadow King’s subordinates moved in to seize Xia Yi.
“Just a heads up—if you underestimate me, you’ll regret it.”
Xia Yi flung the trash cards in her hand, smacking them into the subordinate’s face and dodging his grasp.
Her agility made the dragonfolk in the card parlor realize something was wrong.
“This noble girl’s got some moves!”
Others leapt into action as well.
Clearly, these subordinates had some skill—stronger than average gang members and with combat experience, not easy for even dragonfolk to handle.
In a direct fight, Xia Yi would be at a disadvantage with her short limbs and low physical strength. So, she looked around the parlor for a weapon.
Was there something she could use…?
Found it!
The silver-haired loli dodged the dragon’s attacks and leapt behind the counter, grabbing a broom.
“Broom, submit to me!”
Xia Yi infused her sword intent into the broom, coating it with sword aura, turning it into a sword.
As long as she believed it was a sword—then it was a sword.
That was the power of a Sword Saint!
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!!”
The Shadow King’s subordinate roared, smashing the cabinet beside him and pulling out an iron rod. He spun it a few times, creating a shockwave in the air.
“Boss, don’t overdo it!” one of the dragons shouted.
“Shut up! I know what I’m doing!”
The subordinate leapt high, raised the iron rod over his head, and swung it down at Xia Yi.
In his eyes, Xia Yi pulling out a broom was an insult.
Dragons were tough-skinned, so giving her a little “lesson” wouldn’t be a big deal.
But Xia Yi didn’t dodge.
She struck a stance and raised the broom to the sky, swinging it upward to release a blade of energy.
Iron-Cleaving Sword Art!
Clang!
The iron rod snapped in two, and the subordinate crashed to the ground. He scrambled up, wide-eyed.
Everyone else was stunned.
This—what?!
What kind of manga storyline is this?!
How did a loli cut through an iron rod with a broom!?
“Hmph, I told you—you’ll regret underestimating me,” Xia Yi said cheerfully.
A faint cut appeared on the subordinate’s cheek, blood seeping out.
A warning—as if to say she could’ve easily taken his head.
The Shadow King’s subordinate had followed him loyally for years, never suffering such humiliation. He could respect only the Shadow King—never a noble.
If he bowed to a noble, it would ruin the poor people’s image of the Shadow King.
“Now’s not the time for pride. She’s strong. She came to stir things up! Everyone, together—we’ll gang up on her!” the subordinate shouted. “Someone, go outside and call for backup!”
“Got it!”
The card parlor boss rushed to the door, but was slammed to the ground by a dragonfolk who had just entered.
He was about to curse the clumsy fool—until he looked up, and the words died in his throat.
Everyone turned toward the entrance, falling into stunned silence.
The Shadow King’s subordinate shouted in disbelief:
“Shadow King, sir! Why are you here!?”
Xia Yi was puzzled. She followed their gazes—and when she saw who it was, she was just as surprised.
“…Why is it you?”
