Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

"Boss, how about we take a break? The brothers are all exhausted from fighting zombies. How about we grab something to eat first?" One of the henchmen struggled to climb out of the car.

Scarface had a gloomy look on his face, and even his own arms were covered in scratches and dirt. He nodded.

The men exchanged glances, then breathed a sigh of relief and sat down. They took out food from their bags, having hoped to take advantage of the chaos and rob the group from the previous group, but things had turned out this way.

They wandered aimlessly, only knowing how to eat, drink, and have fun. They did a lot of things like bullying the weak and taking advantage of others. They were born evil people, so they felt no remorse.

"Should we share some with these two?" someone asked hesitantly, glancing at Ni Qing and An Ran on the side.

Scarface waved his hand and said unhappily, "Why give it to them? We'll get rid of them soon after we're done. They're just two burdens who are getting in the way and wasting food."

Ni Qing: "Damn it."

They ate their food and drank water from time to time, and only after they were full did they take a closer look at the beautiful woman they had snatched.

A dark-skinned man looked at the scarred man: "Boss, how do we divide it?" His tone was sinister, as if he were dividing up goods.

Scarface chuckled sinisterly, "I want this one who's a bit younger. She looks like she's still a student?" He strode over, his rough, calloused hands gripping the girl's chin. The expected fear pleased him greatly.

"W-what are you going to do?" Ni Qing feigned panic. A little dust stained her fair face, but it did not affect her beauty at all. Crystal clear tears welled up in her eyes, but did not fall.

Thick, curled eyelashes were wet, and the slightly chapped corners of her eyes added an eerie and alluring touch.

Scarface was tempted and reached out to press the wound with a look of infatuation: "Little sister, if you behave, I might spare your life."

An Ran, enraged, burst into a tirade: "You scum, what kind of skill is it to bully us? You lust-driven beasts!"

Ni Qing suppressed her discomfort, but felt a surge of irritation. Why wasn't the male lead here yet? If he didn't arrive soon, she was about to lose control and take action.

Several men walked towards An Ran, grinning and saying, "You're in trouble yourselves, can't you at least say something nice?"

An Ran stepped back, picked up a pebble and threw it, then turned to run. The men weren't about to let her succeed; they tackled her in a few steps.

Just then, the sound of a car came from not far away.

"Who is that person?" someone asked suspiciously.

Scarface wasn't interested in whoever they were. He rolled his eyes and said, "Ignore them. Anyone who bothers us will die!"

The brothers who were still waiting gripped their guns tightly, their eyes warily fixed on the source of the sound not far away.

"Something's not right, boss! This guy... seems to be coming this way." Someone noticed something was off. Logically, there are cars everywhere on this road, but the sound of that car seemed to be locked onto by radar, coming with perfect precision.

Their place is very remote, and it's not easy to drive there.

Scarface's enthusiasm was dampened, and he said, "What's there to be afraid of! We have guns, let's take care of him."

The car was driving very fast. At first, it was just a small black dot, but it grew bigger and bigger as it went on. It then turned the steering wheel and did a beautiful drift, kicking up a layer of dust. Scarface and the others couldn't help but cough a few times.

"Who goes there!" Now they had to be on full alert; the car had stopped right in front of them, clearly aimed at them.

The driver's side door slowly opened, and the young man in the black trench coat slowly got out of the car. His movements were cold and aloof, as if the black gun muzzle was just a small toy. He exuded an aura of confidence from beginning to end.

He had put on glasses at some point, and his sharp, languid eyes were fixed on the scarred man. As he watched the man's dirty hand caress the girl's cheek, a rare smile curved his lips, and he sighed softly, "Hello, we meet again."

Yan Lei also got out of the passenger seat, his face cold and stern, and said, "Release An Ran and Miss Ni, or don't blame us for being impolite."

When everyone saw that only two people got out of the car, their tense expressions suddenly relaxed. They laughed as if they had heard a joke: "Hilarious! Two people dared to come? I don't know if you're just young and fearless or you've come to your deaths."

In truth, Yan Lei wasn't entirely confident either. He'd lived most of his life without ever seeing a real gun, but—

He glanced at the young man, who had an extraordinary air about him and seemed as relaxed as if he were on vacation. For some reason, he suddenly felt at ease.

"Brother Yan, Teacher Ji!" An Ran looked at them as if she had grasped at a lifeline.

Ni Qing also looked over, her eyes blurry with tears, making it difficult to see Ji Yu's expression clearly.

The young man had lost his patience. He stopped smiling and walked forward unhurriedly, causing the person opposite him to take a few steps back: "Are you looking for death? You dare to come any closer!"

The cold, black muzzle of the gun was firmly locked onto his head.

He lowered his eyes, a strange glint flashing within them.

The man at the front was the first to break down his defenses. He gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. The loud noise sent a shiver down everyone's spine, even Ni Qing tensed up.

Don't kill the male lead.

However, the fact is-

"Holy crap, you missed from that close range?"

"How did you fire the gun! Why were your hands shaking? Parkinson's?"

The brothers were unhappy and all looked at the person who fired the shot.

The man's forehead was covered in a thick layer of cold sweat, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I clearly aimed—but the moment I fired, my mind suddenly went blank..."

"Alright, stop making excuses, let's do it." The crowd scoffed, still not taking the young man in black seriously.

Several more shots were fired, but none of them managed to harm Ji Yu in the slightest. They even had the strange feeling that their minds went blank the moment the shots were fired.

Yan Lei and An Ran's hearts jumped into their throats, and they dared not even breathe.

Perhaps the uproar was too loud, for Scarface frowned and looked over, saying, "You useless lot, you're afraid to fight living people when zombies are around?"

The underlings shook their heads in protest, but Scarface stopped them.

The young man chuckled, seemingly mocking the scarred man.

His movements suddenly became agile, no longer as languid as before. The man at the front was completely unaware until the cold, gleaming scimitar pierced his throat, at which point his eyes widened and he fell silently to the ground.

It didn't even make a sound.

The major artery was severed, and blood gushed out like a jet.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent. Everyone was stunned, especially An Ran and Yan Lei. They had never thought that the other party would die, but the young man's method of killing was so skillful that it sent chills down their spines.

While everyone was still stunned, the young man had already struck their wrists, the dark gun barrel falling into his fair and slender palm.

Without a second thought, he raised his hand and fired several shots with precision and speed. More and more bodies lay on the ground until only one scarred man remained.

Even murderers and arsonists wouldn't use such methods. He collapsed to the ground, terrified and wetting himself: "Big brother, spare my life! I'll let you go, okay?"

"It's too late." Ji Yu sighed softly, bent down and helped Ni Qing up. He lifted Ni Qing's right hand and placed the still warm pistol on it.

His long, slender fingertips casually stroked her cheek and touched the corner of her somewhat glamorous eye.

That was the spot where Scarface had just touched.

Ni Qing's eyes were filled with fear, and she couldn't help but tremble as he approached. Her pale face shrank back a little, not very noticeably, but Ji Yu could sense it.

He reached out and pulled her back, not sparing the shocked An Ran a single second of his gaze; from this angle, it looked as if he were embracing her.

"Why...why did you give me a gun?" The girl's voice trembled as she looked at him with fear, as if he were a devil.

"Hmm?" The young man's clear, cool voice rang out lazily, his smile still faint, his dark eyes unblinking: "It's simple, I want my sister—"

"Kill him with your own hands."