Standing outside the door was a strikingly attractive woman with a curvaceous figure. She wore fishnet stockings that highlighted her long, slender legs, paired with a sleeveless top that showcased her slim but muscular physique.
Her short hair added a sharp, professional air to her demeanor, exuding a unique sense of wildness.
Lin Qun recognized her and said bluntly, "I know who you are. You have the Clairvoyance skill. What do you want from me? I don't welcome visitors."
Determined to stay a solo survivor, Lin Qun had no intention of getting involved in any "teaming up" nonsense, let alone being anyone's protector.
He hadn't slept long—barely over three hours—and his energy level was currently at [16/18]. Nearly fully restored, he was feeling somewhat refreshed.
The woman introduced herself straightforwardly. "Hi, I'm Zhao Wen. My ability isn't as impressive as it sounds. Though it's called Clairvoyance, it's only effective within a 60-meter range, and I can observe an area of about three square meters at a time. Plus, I can only use it for a maximum of ten minutes per day."
She observed Lin Qun intently, her eyes filled with curiosity. "I just wanted to chat. I think you're quite brave… After all, when the Bacatan arrived, you were outside helping, weren't you?"
Lin Qun sighed inwardly. A skill perfect for spying, huh?
Zhao Wen's sharp gaze didn't waver as she studied him. She had an instinct that Lin Qun wasn't as simple as he appeared.
A seasoned DJ in the nightlife scene, Zhao Wen had met all kinds of men. She often enjoyed the thrill of taming tough-looking guys or teasing shy ones, developing a sharp intuition about people.
From what she observed earlier, she found it strange. Lin Qun had already been outside when the Bacatan arrived, yet he hadn't acted like an average panicked survivor. Even when Li Xinghe was overwhelmed in Building 9, Lin Qun stayed on the periphery, observing calmly.
While others might not know the exact details of what transpired, Zhao Wen had witnessed everything through her Clairvoyance. She had even watched Li Xinghe's chaotic and desperate struggle.
She couldn't help but doubt: Could Li Xinghe, in that state, really have methodically taken down all those Bacatan? From her perspective, Lin Qun, who remained calm and detached, seemed far more likely to be the one who killed them all.
Her curiosity was piqued.
But seeing Lin Qun showing no intention of inviting her in, Zhao Wen decided to switch tactics. Smiling faintly, she tugged at her collar as if the heat was getting to her. The top button of her shirt was already undone, and she pulled it further open, revealing her slender neck, elegant collarbone, and a teasing glimpse of cleavage. Her bold and probing gaze seemed to challenge Lin Qun.
She tilted her head playfully. "I think we could have a great conversation. Or are you worried you're not up to it?"
This trick had never failed her before.
But today, she was in for a surprise.
Lin Qun glanced at her briefly, then said something that left her utterly speechless: "Sorry, I can't afford the distraction."
With that, he slammed the door shut in her face.
Lin Qun let out a long sigh.
To say he wasn't tempted would be a lie. He wasn't exactly a ladies' man and didn't have much experience dealing with women, let alone someone as striking as Zhao Wen.
But her sudden visit and the nature of her Clairvoyance skill made Lin Qun suspect she was after more than just casual conversation. He wasn't about to let his guard down because of her looks.
Besides, his excuse was genuine—his energy was far too valuable to waste. Every point of energy meant a bullet, a life-saving chance in this apocalyptic nightmare. With his Contribution Points exhausted and no energy-restoring potions in stock, Lin Qun couldn't afford to be reckless.
For now, he decided it was best to rely on himself. Trusting strangers in this situation could be far riskier than facing the Bacatan alone. After all, humans could be more treacherous than alien invaders.
Outside, Zhao Wen stood frozen, staring at the closed door.
"What the…?"
She wasn't used to rejection, especially not like this.
Her mouth hung open slightly, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. Is he for real? Does he think I'd break him or something?
Despite her frustration, Zhao Wen's curiosity only deepened. She had to uncover Lin Qun's secrets.
As she walked away, her confidence soon returned. She ignored the leering gazes of other survivors in the corridor, casually lifting her shirt to reveal the knife and baton tucked into her waistband. The stares quickly disappeared.
With a cold huff, Zhao Wen strode off, determined to get to the bottom of Lin Qun's mystery.