"By the way, Sister Erlong, there's one of Black Hell King's underlings I didn't manage to catch. Let me chase them down; you head back first," Lin Yu said, masking his intentions to go after the woman he had intentionally allowed to escape—Granny Biluo.
Liu Erlong paused for a moment, then nodded, "Alright. Go ahead."
As soon as she agreed, Lin Yu activated his swift movement skill and unleashed his Dual Pupils Martial Soul, leaving behind a series of afterimages as he sped toward the direction where Granny Biluo had fled. Despite her head start, she didn't stand a chance at outpacing him, and Lin Yu quickly closed the distance.
"Ah!" she shrieked, sensing him behind her, and tried to duck into a dark alley, but Lin Yu caught up with ease.
"Bang!" Lin Yu's swift kick sent her tumbling across the ground. "Trying to run?" he sneered.
Granny Biluo hit the alley wall and groaned in pain, feeling the ache in every bone. Yet fear of death drove her to pull herself up, leaning against the wall and trembling as she pleaded, "Please… spare me, sir! I'm not with Black Hell King willingly—he forced me! I'll do anything, just don't kill me!"
In a desperate bid, Granny Biluo tugged at her collar, revealing more skin, hoping to charm her way out. Convinced her disguise was flawless, she continued with what she thought was a beguiling smile, saying, "Sir… if you let me go, I'll be yours."
But Lin Yu saw none of the supposed allure. In the enhanced vision of his Dual Pupils, there stood no beautiful maiden but a corpulent woman with a bizarre sea conch-like Martial Soul atop her head, attempting seductive gestures with a face painted in thick, garish makeup.
Lin Yu's stomach churned. "Enough with the act! I know what you look like," he snapped, closing the distance and kicking the conch Martial Soul off her head.
Her disguise shattered, Granny Biluo cowered in the corner, clutching her arms around herself in terror.
"Shut up already," Lin Yu scolded, watching her recoil as if she thought he'd attack. "I'm not here to kill you, but keep screaming, and I might change my mind."
She fell silent, though her body still shook with fear, her expression one of pure terror.
"Good, keep it that way," Lin Yu said, his voice low and steady, watching as she dared not move. "I told you I wouldn't kill you, and I mean it. But disobey me, and I will."
Granny Biluo nodded frantically, desperate to prove her compliance.
"Now, let's get down to business. What's your name?"
She stammered, "My name is Jo—"
"Not anymore," Lin Yu interrupted with a smirk. "From now on, you're Biluo."
"B-Biluo… got it." She gave a shaky nod, her newly assigned name baffling her.
"You showed up with Black Hell King today, so by the rules, I should have taken you out along with him. But you might be useful. Do what I need, and you'll live."
Hope sparked in her eyes as she sat up straighter, her plump face lighting up. "Thank you, sir! Whatever you need, I'll do it!"
Lin Yu waved his hand dismissively. "No need for theatrics. It's simple. I just need you to use your talents to seduce someone."
At this, Biluo's eyes gleamed with understanding. Seduction was her forte.
"Of course, sir! I'm excellent at this sort of thing!" She sounded almost relieved.
Biluo had evaded capture in the past by deceiving and charming countless nobles, escaping to Slaughter City only when her disguise was eventually uncovered. She had perfected all kinds of techniques—flawless in art, music, and conversation, even mastering various vocal tones to seem like whatever she needed to be: the refined lady, the innocent ingénue, the sacred saint.
Seduction was second nature to her.