Lu Ludu stared at Luo Yao in disbelief. "President Luo, we had an agreement."
Luo Yao couldn’t even be bothered to look at him.
"Fooled you, didn’t I? You actually believed that? Is this your first day in the game?"
Shock filled Lu Ludu’s eyes. He couldn’t comprehend Luo Yao’s thoughts anymore.
If Liu Meng hadn’t contacted him two hours ago, he wouldn’t have taken this risky move.
But Luo Yao’s reasoning was simple.
Neither Lu Ludu nor Lu Youqi would emerge as the final victor.
She glanced at Lin Ran and suddenly asked,
"Ah Ran, are you afraid of me?"
The question instantly silenced the room. No one understood why Luo Yao would ask such a thing.
Seeing the eager, expectant look in her eyes, Lin Ran felt his heart melt.
"I am afraid—afraid that you might think I fear you."
Luo Yao laughed, genuinely delighted.
"Old dog, remember this: today I can save you, and tomorrow I can uproot you completely."
Lu Youqi nodded frantically.
"I understand, I understand."
Hearing Luo Yao’s words, Lu Ludu paled.
His brother, Lu Lutong, however, remained indifferent. He knew Luo Yao was formidable, but how powerful could she really be?
With just a dozen bodyguards by her side?
And herself?
How could she possibly walk out of the Lu Family Manor, guarded by hundreds of security personnel?
"President Luo, I admit you’re impressive. You turned all of Shanghai upside down in just a few days. But this is the Lu Family Manor, not the Luo residence. If you want to cause trouble here, I suggest you think twice. After all, no matter who leads the Lu Family, it benefits you. Why stir up trouble?"
Luo Yao didn’t even bother standing up. With a mere wave of her hand,
her bodyguards instantly formed a barrier between her and the Lu Family.
"Forgotten the pain already? I wouldn’t mind sending you the same way as your daughter," Luo Yao sneered, her gaze icy.
Chen Qingtian looked around, then at himself, before pulling out his phone.
"What are you doing with that?" Liu Meng asked, puzzled.
Luo Yao also shot him a glance.
"Using it as a brick. If anyone touches my brother’s wife, I’ll smash them with it."
Lin Ran nearly facepalmed.
Sure, sure. You’re absolutely shameless. That’s some next-level flattery.
Lu Ludu’s expression darkened. He knew there was no turning back now.
With a signal from him, all the security personnel outside flooded in.
Luo Yao trembled—not from fear, but excitement.
It had been so long since she’d experienced a real fight.
"Ah Ran, stay behind me. Don’t move. Let me show you what your wife is capable of."
Lin Ran frowned. He knew Luo Yao was strong, but the numbers were overwhelming.
Then he remembered—she had a "Barbie Q."
After all, they were all carbon-based lifeforms. Who could withstand the enlightenment of a 7.62mm caliber?
But with so many people, was this really okay?
This wasn’t just a brawl anymore. Legally speaking, this was organized, large-scale activity—
what you’d call a black society operation.
Yet, Lin Ran felt an inexplicable thrill.
The Lu Family’s security moved first. Luo Yao’s people remained still until the last moment, then—
in unison, they drew their "enlightenment tools."
Lin Ran nearly stumbled. He’d braced for a brutal fight, but this?
The Lu Family froze. They never expected Luo Yao’s bodyguards to be armed like this.
Lu Youhu spoke up.
"President Luo, you’ve gone too far. What do you take this place for?"
Only then did Luo Yao reply.
"I’m a top-tier government partner. Think you have what it takes to touch me?"
Lu Youhu’s face darkened. The Lu Family was powerful, but no family could oppose the government.
Lin Ran was still confused.
"If that’s the case, why did you ask if I was afraid? I thought you were going to fight."
Luo Yao didn’t move. Instead, her gaze locked onto one person across the room.
"I am going to fight—but only one opponent."
It was the servant called Ah San.
Wang Bao and Little Tong stayed close to Lin Ran, ready to intercept any sudden attacks.
Only three people remained seated now:
Lin Ran, Luo Yao, and Lu Ludu, who was slumped in his wheelchair after Lu Youqi had beaten him senseless.
Chen Qingtian still held his "brick," but it seemed useless now. After a moment’s thought, he pocketed it again.
But his eyes sparkled with admiration as he looked at Luo Yao.
His brother’s wife was absolutely badass.
Despite their numbers, the opposition didn’t dare charge.
Finally, Ah San sighed and stepped forward.
"Ungrateful wretch. I’ve waited a long time for this. Let’s go."
Luo Yao narrowed her eyes.
"You were never my match before. Did you think a few years abroad would change that?"
Like lightning, she lunged.
Yes, she knew him—the only one who’d escaped the jungle alive.
Many had assumed he died, but Luo Yao knew her strike hadn’t been fatal.
Luo Bangsheng (Ah San) drew a slender, flexible sword from his waist, his expression fierce.
"Luo Bangsheng, still using that piece of junk? Can’t afford a new weapon?"
Luo Yao scoffed.
Seeing her shift into combat mode, Lin Ran tensed.
Luo Bangsheng’s swordsmanship was unique—his whip-like blade moved with uncanny precision. But Luo Yao was even more terrifying, her dagger a blur of motion.
Watching her dazzling movements, Lin Ran finally understood.
No matter how strong he became, he’d never escape Luo Yao’s grasp.
She truly loved him. If she wanted him dead, it wouldn’t take a second strike—yet here he was, alive and well.
Apart from Luo Yao and Luo Bangsheng’s duel, the entire room stood still, watching in silence.
Her bodyguards held their positions, awaiting orders. The Lu Family’s security didn’t dare move under the threat of those "enlightenment tools."
The psychological pressure was unbearable for most.
Even Luo Bangsheng, ranked among the top three on the dark web’s assassin list, struggled. In a direct confrontation, his underhanded tricks were useless.
And with Luo Yao’s bodyguards aiming their weapons—
He was a fugitive of the Luo Family, not a dead man.
How could he not be afraid? How could he not feel the pressure?
Under such strain, mistakes were inevitable.
Thirty seconds later, Luo Yao’s dagger shattered Luo Bangsheng’s sword and pressed against his throat.
The room was dead silent. It was like watching a sci-fi martial arts film.
Their battle had surpassed everyone’s understanding—even Lu Youhu was stunned.
How had a Luo Family member reached this level?
Unbelievable.
"That’s it?"
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