Chapter 297

The livestream chat exploded instantly.

[Holy crap! Aria's move was insane!]

[Zombies: Do we not get any respect?]

[LMAO first time seeing talismans used against zombies]

[Aria is the GOAT! Perfect score!]

International viewers were utterly baffled, flooding the comments with question marks.

"WTF? Some kind of Eastern magic?"

"Chinese martial arts are unbelievable!"

"I need to learn this!"

Within minutes, global netizens were frantically searching for "Chinese talismans."

Aria Bennett strolled calmly through the zombie horde with her team as if taking a leisurely garden walk.

"Watch your step," she even reminded her teammates considerately.

Several arriving squads witnessed the surreal scene.

"What the hell?" A blonde squad leader rubbed his eyes. "Am I hallucinating?"

Aria waved at them. "Need lockpick service? Friends-and-family discount—just one point."

Everyone: "..."

Did this woman think they were ATMs?

"Those yellow papers..." someone couldn't help asking. "Are they for sale?"

Aria blinked. "Trade secret. Not for sale."

Internal screaming erupted: We don't want your recipe! Just sell us the damn product!

But nobody dared say it aloud.

After all, this woman could immobilize zombies. Who knew what else she was capable of?

"All survivors got evacuated," someone kindly informed. "You came for nothing."

Aria arched an eyebrow. "Perfect timing to get back to business."

Returning to the lab, Ronan Caldwell sipped coffee leisurely.

"That fast?"

"Yep. Switching careers to landlady." Aria shook her phone. "Made another dozen points."

Other teams gritted their teeth while paying for lockpick services, mentally cursing the Chinese squad eight hundred times over.

The ultimate insult? These people were playing mobile games!

"Wanna join our five-man squad?" Miles Sutton even offered enthusiastically.

Everyone: "..."

Now that's next-level trolling!

After purchasing lockpick services, they still had to buy airfare.

"Total scam!" someone muttered.

Yet their wallets complied obediently.

Boarding the plane, later arrivals dramatically recounted Aria's "heroics."

"Seriously?"

"Swear on my dog!"

"That woman's unnatural..."

Dozens of probing stares locked onto Aria.

Declan Ross whispered, "You've got targets on your back."

Aria chuckled. "Proof I'm exceptional."

Everyone: "..."

The audacity!

During the flight, several gearheads stared longingly at the cockpit.

"Can I just touch the yoke? One second!"

"No," the pilot flatly refused.

Internal wailing erupted: Chinese squad, you have no heart!

Meanwhile, leaders of elite teams exchanged meaningful glances.

This woman... needed to be dealt with.