Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Min Haochu picked up his knife and fork, and then said to Ning Shu, “Open this wine bottle for me.”

Ning Shu grabbed the bottle and, with a loud “pop,” uncorked it.

The sound was louder than expected. Min Haochu turned to Ning Shu, frowning. “Can’t you be a little quieter? Is this the kind of professionalism your restaurant’s staff shows?”

“Sorry, it’s my first time,” Ning Shu apologized, then wheeled her serving cart away.

Min Haochu: …

Were all service staff this bold nowadays? Was being a first-timer that special?

As Min Haochu ate his steak, Ning Shu kept busy, serving dishes while discreetly observing him.

When Min Haochu finished paying the bill and was about to leave, Ning Shu was also planning to request time off and end her shift.

However, when she went to ask for leave, the manager said directly, “A customer complained about your poor service attitude, so you’re fired.”

Ning Shu immediately realized that it must have been that punk, Min Haochu, who lodged the complaint.

She took the money, changed out of her uniform, and quickly left the restaurant.

But by the time she got outside, Min Haochu was already nowhere to be seen.

Ning Shu opened the tracking system and spent another five merit points to locate him.

She adjusted her scarf to cover half of her face, then hurried toward the location indicated by the tracking system.

Running quickly, Ning Shu soon caught up with Min Haochu. She quietly followed him from behind.

Up ahead, Min Haochu was staggering, appearing a bit drunk. He shook his head and leaned against a wall before collapsing to the ground.

Ning Shu walked over and nudged him with her foot. Min Haochu was completely unconscious.

Ning Shu stretched her neck, rotated her wrists, and punched him hard in the chest. Min Haochu groaned and tried to open his eyes, but Ning Shu swiftly delivered a karate chop to his neck, knocking him out again before he could even see who had hit him.

She channeled a bit of energy into his heart.

The fiery yang energy would slowly wear out his body, and it was lodged right in his heart.

Since he liked violence so much, he could now live as someone with a fragile heart.

Don’t get angry, or your heart will explode~

Don’t run around, or your heart will fail~

Ning Shu patted Min Haochu’s handsome face. Sweetie, have a nice nap.

She chuckled to herself. After all, this was Country E, a place famous for its liberal attitudes.

Eighty percent of the men here had been with other men, and eighty percent of them had been done by men.

Ning Shu sat a short distance away, waiting to see if something heart-pounding would happen.

She went to a convenience store to buy some food and kept watch until midnight.

At some point, a drunk man tripped over Min Haochu, who was still lying on the ground. The drunk pulled out his phone and, under the light, saw an attractive Oriental young man.

The drunk chuckled to himself, unbuckled Min Haochu’s belt, and flipped him over.

He then took off Min Haochu’s pants and hurriedly removed his own. With no lubricant available, he simply spat on Min Haochu’s rear and prepared to proceed.

Ning Shu: …

Damn, my eyes!

She had expected a more elegant and beautiful scene like something out of a BL story, but this just scarred the eyes.

Ning Shu quickly turned and walked away. Now that she had dealt with Min Haochu, she felt relieved and decided to get herself something nice to eat.

On second thought, maybe not. That scene wasn’t just hard on the eyes—it was hard on the stomach too. Now she felt queasy.

When Min Haochu woke up, he was at the police station. Someone had called the cops on him because he was naked in public that morning.

Min Haochu: …

And he had been assaulted. It wasn’t just that he was violated, but they hadn’t even left him with his pants on.