Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1642 - 896: Jiang Ning’s Face

The clash in the internet cafe rages on, reaching its peak of thrill.

Nie Ze commands Yasuo in a stunning one-vs-five showdown at the dragon pit, slaying three foes while the other two bolt in terror. The huge gap in their abilities shines through clearly here.

The LOL-loving internet cafe manager, hired for the job, gets super pumped and yells with contagious energy: "What’s this? Pure pro-level mastery: flawless map awareness, flawless mechanics. Right now, he becomes Yasuo!"

The atmosphere boils over, players shaking with hype, itching to jump in and take down Nie Ze for the spotlight.

The yellow-haired troublemaker watches the hyped crowd, burning with envy yet acting all superior.

The yellow-haired punk smirks, "Hehe, big deal? Got guts? Come try curling heads with me!"

Xiao Yu, the cafe manager, hates seeing her admired pro get dissed. Dealing with weirdos daily at work, she straight-up asks, "What’s curling heads?"

The yellow-haired guy gears up to brag about his Ghost Fire curling head tricks.

All of a sudden, another punk peeks from behind him, flashing a sleazy grin, "Little sis, big heads or little ones?"

With those words, he leers disgustingly, sending a shiver down Xiao Yu’s spine.

That line sparks laughter from the nearby youths, one chimes in, "Gotta be the little head!"

The yellow-haired punk rubs his hands grinning, "It won’t curl, but once awake, it smacks chicks!"

"Smack, smack, smack ’em good!"

"Whack with the curling rod!"

The group howls in raucous amusement.

Spotting the ruckus, the leopard print chick snaps, "Cut the messing around, quick, track her down for me—don’t let that slut slip away!"

The yellow-haired punk nods fast, "Got it, sis!"

The leopard print girl presses, "Just spot ’em, I’ll deal with the rest."

Two days back, she’d dragged her crew offline to face a cheating third party, only to run into a pro driver that triggered her period.

She’d been set to strike back when her other goons got nabbed. Good thing she heard ahead and bolted home, dodging the bust by a hair.

Fleeing to her boyfriend’s place, she hit more bad luck. Phone check revealed her man Zhou Jinglan’s sneaky messages.

Enraged, the leopard print girl traced the leads for an offline showdown with Zhou Jinglan, but slipped up and let her escape. At least the panic drop left the phone behind.

A glint in her eyes, the leopard print girl mutters a warning: "Move fast and find her, before she dials the cops."

Back then, she’d shrug off such risks, but now things are dicey—her dad can’t cover for her anymore.

"Relax, she figures we can’t track her, no way she’ll stir more crap by calling police." The yellow-haired punk brims with assurance.

These street-smart punks post one at the entrance while the rest scour every nook of the cafe.

…

Guo Kunnan dives deep into the game, his straightforward goal: deliver Zhou Jinglan the ultimate sweet duo-queue vibe.

"Phone, mind if I borrow yours?" Zhou Jinglan blurts out, shocked they’d actually hunt her to this cafe—she’d hoped to hide out and sort it quietly.

Guo Kunnan stiffens at her words, then freaks out!

Impossible! He’s been hitting on local cuties via WeChat and QQ daily; if Zhou Jinglan spots that, she’ll peg him as a total player!

His perfect image? Toast!

Guo Kunnan wears a pained look: "Sorry, my phone’s out of juice, totally useless."

Zhou Jinglan’s aware—no SIM needed for 110.

She insists, "No problem, just hand it over."

Flustered, Guo Kunnan recalls the cafe’s wifi, ’She wants to log in! Smart lady, you blow my mind!’

Gritting teeth, Guo Kunnan declares, "Nope, phone glitched during a storm, calls only now."

The punks close in, Zhou Jinglan sensing their brutal, menacing vibe.

Beneath her cap, her fine brows knit with faint anxiety, that timeless beauty now shadowed by worry.

Her words tumble faster: "Quick, just lend it for a sec, okay?"

Guo Kunnan’s head crawls with dread, convinced: ’She’s after my secrets!’

It’s tough, yet a spark of thrill hits him—stirring a beauty’s interest means he’s making progress?

"Haha!" Guo Kunnan buzzes inside, but no way on the phone check; he blurts, "Wait, forgot my phone at home!"

Zhou Jinglan draws a sharp breath, clinging to her lifelong poise.

"Then lend me yours..." Before she finishes, a yell erupts nearby: "Here, over here!"

Instantly, punks swarm the spot, leopard print girl rushing up. She zeroes in on Zhou Jinglan under the cap, snarling: "Ha, you bitch, no running now!"

Zhou Jinglan stays put, posture prim and graceful as ever, though her expression sours.

"Snatching my man, eh? What makes you think you can?" The leopard print girl looms aggressively.

Next to her, Guo Kunnan gapes at Zhou Jinglan in disbelief.

He mutters, "You’ve got a boyfriend?"

The leopard print girl sneers: "First time I caught her, she was cozy in a car with some guy—roses, presents, the works!"

Guo Kunnan’s Dao Heart jolts hard, like it’s cashing in all past skips for this crushing halt, heart sliced by pain. The Zhou Jinglan he sees mirrors the past, but now it’s two shadows merged.

He aches to bellow, demand: ’If you’ve got him already, what am I? Your plaything? Zhou Jinglan!’

Yet he doesn’t wail or rage—the deepest shatter happens in utter silence.