Blake White stayed calm and quickly said, “I’m broke and thirty thousand in debt. What valuables do you think I could possibly have on me?”

The two robbers: “……”

“If you want to rob someone, you should go to the rich district. In a rundown place like Anning Street, how could you possibly find a fat sheep?” Blake White earnestly advised, “Take my advice—there’s no future in robbing people here. But if you rob the rich, it’s a different story: you might not get a hit for three years, but when you do, it’ll feed you for three years!”

The robber on the left hesitated. “But there are surveillance cameras everywhere in the rich district…”

The robber on the right warned his companion, “She’s trying to trick us! Don’t fall for it!”

“Why would I lie to you?” Blake White dropped her umbrella and spread her hands. “I’m empty-handed, my pockets are empty, and I live in a place with leaking walls. What good would it do to rob me?”

“Wait!” The robber on the right’s eyes lit up as he looked at the silver bracelet on Blake White’s wrist. “What’s that you’re wearing on your wrist?”

“Oh, this? If you want it, I’ll give it to you.” Blake White reached out her hand to him.

The robber on the right didn’t move, but the one on the left couldn’t help but take a step forward.

The moment the robber approached Blake White, the hand she had extended suddenly clenched into a fist and smashed into the robber’s temple.

“Crack—”

The bone at the robber’s temple broke with a sound. His face twisted, and he collapsed straight to the ground.

Blake White: “…Holy crap!”

Even she was shocked by the power of her own punch.

She had only intended to knock him out and then make a run for it.

Blake White belatedly realized that her physical abilities were no longer what they used to be. Back in the day, when she fought with punks after school, they’d end up with bruised faces, but her knuckles would be swollen for two weeks, and she could barely hold a pen.

Blake White had aimed for his vulnerable temple, but the result was astonishing! The human skull felt as fragile as paper under her fist. She could feel the robber’s bone grinding and shattering against her knuckles.

The remaining robber let out a furious roar and lunged at Blake White with a small knife.

Before the sharp blade could stab into her abdomen, Blake White almost reflexively dodged to the side, avoiding the attack.

The robber’s movements seemed to slow down infinitely in her eyes. Before her mind could react, her body had already responded.

Blake White curled her fingers and instantly snatched the knife from the robber.

The small knife danced in her fingertips, flashing silver. She smoothly reversed her grip and stabbed, plunging the blade into the robber’s body. The tip slid precisely between his ribs and pierced his heart.

She even let go of the handle in time and calmly stepped back, avoiding the splattering blood.

All her movements were as smooth as flowing water. Everything happened in less than five seconds. Before Blake White’s brain could come up with a plan, her body had acted on its own… and killed someone.

Blake White’s face was blank as she stood dazed at the mouth of the alley, her clothes soaked by rain, the black umbrella she’d dropped swaying on the ground, and two people lying at her feet.

She crouched down to check if they were breathing, then shakily stood up.

They had stopped breathing—they were dead. Blood from their bodies pooled into the rainwater, staining the puddles red.

“What… happened?” Her chest heaved, her heart pounding wildly.

The game system’s light screen appeared.

“You have unlocked the innate talent [Combat Instinct].”

“[Combat Instinct]: Beasts have the instinct to hunt, and after training, this instinct can be honed to perfection. This is muscle memory forged through countless trials, and neural reflexes developed by rigorous training. Even in extreme situations—when your mind is foggy or your body exhausted—you can still fight on instinct.”

Blake White let out a hiss.

This wasn’t a talent she herself possessed, but one that came with this body. She was a key member of the resistance, a double agent entrusted with important tasks. She was supposed to have a sharp mind, keen intuition, and excellent combat skills.

These combat skills had become instinct, imprinted in this body, causing her to react with extreme measures when facing enemies.

At that moment, a clattering sound came from the end of the alley.

The guy in the hoodie had returned. His face was full of terror as he stared at the corpses on the ground, his mouth agape. The metal baseball bat in his hand fell to the ground—he was scared out of his wits.

“Kind stranger,” Blake White wiped the rain from her face and forced a stiff smile at the guy in the hoodie, “could you call the police for me? I’m innocent—you heard them, they were trying to rob me.”

“N-no problem.” The guy in the hoodie fumbled out his communicator, clumsily dialing the number several times before finally getting through.

The call connected, and a sweet female operator’s voice said, “Hello, this is the city security hotline. How can we help you?”

“Robbery, the address is…” The guy in the hoodie paused, looking to Blake White for help. “Where is this again?”

“Harbor District, Anning Street, about halfway down,” Blake White said.

After giving the address, the guy in the hoodie muttered, “Should I call an ambulance too…”

“No need, they’re already dead,” Blake White added.