Her stunning face was as cold as frost, her eyes hollow like a stagnant pool of water.
The bloodthirsty aura surrounding her made the rich young master tremble in fear, his limbs going weak as he frantically kowtowed on the ground.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, beautiful, I know I was wrong. Please spare me," the young master pleaded.
"Spare you?" Su Hua tilted her head, a cruel, bloodthirsty smile curling at the corners of her lips. "But... what if I don’t want to?"
Jiang Qing sighed.
Su Hua had been perfectly fine after drinking, so why did they have to provoke her?
Well, let them be her punching bags for a while.
Jiang Qing had no intention of stepping in to stop her. Otherwise, she would be the one turned into a human sandbag. When Su Hua was like this, she recognized no one. Anyone who got in her way would suffer. Only a fool would step forward and take a beating.
The young master’s forehead was bleeding profusely from repeatedly hitting the ground.
Seeing the crimson blood, Su Hua’s eyes grew even more excited.
"Young Master!" Two bodyguards rushed over to help him up. "Young Master, are you alright?"
The young master, as if seeing a lifeline, suddenly lost all fear. He pointed at Su Hua and growled through gritted teeth, "You two, go capture her!"
These two bodyguards were former mercenaries, highly skilled in combat. He refused to believe they couldn’t take down a single woman!
Once they subdued her, he would make her his sex slave, lock her up, and force her to serve him!
Heh.
The young master leered at Su Hua with lustful eyes.
The two bodyguards obeyed their master’s orders and stepped forward.
"Such fools, courting death," Su Hua licked her crimson lips.
The moment the bodyguards tried to grab her—
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
With a spinning kick, Su Hua sent each of them flying like broken kites, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough."
The bodyguards spat out mouthfuls of blood. Realizing they were no match, they struggled to their feet and each pulled out a knife.
Jiang Qing, leaning against the wall and watching the spectacle, shook her head calmly when she saw the knives.
Even if they had guns, Su Hua wouldn’t flinch at this point.
The two bodyguards charged at Su Hua with their knives.
Su Hua moved swiftly, closing the distance between them. She gently grasped their wrists.
The bodyguards’ eyes widened in shock. How could this woman possess such strength?
They were completely immobilized!
Fear flashed across their faces.
Su Hua’s lips curled into a smile as she twisted their wrists with a soft "crack," snapping them. Their hands hung limply in unnatural angles.
"Clang!" The knives fell to the ground.
Su Hua clenched her fists and began pummeling the bodyguards’ faces and bodies. They were nothing more than human punching bags, offering no resistance as she practiced her martial arts on them.
In no time, both bodyguards were bruised and battered. When Su Hua grew bored, she kicked them away.
The bodyguards clutched their chests, writhing on the ground. They couldn’t get up, nor did they want to. If this continued, they’d be lucky to survive.
The young master was dumbfounded.
His two elite bodyguards couldn’t even withstand a single move from this woman!
"Your turn," Su Hua picked up a small knife from the ground and smiled, her beautiful eyes fixed on the young master.
The young master’s legs trembled.
She was... so terrifyingly strong...
Su Hua took light, graceful steps toward him. Just as he tried to flee, she appeared before him like a ghost.
"Ah—" The young master collapsed to the ground in fear.
Su Hua crouched down, holding the knife.
"You wanted to sleep with me? Called me a whore, huh?"
"I’m sorry, I was wrong! I was blind! I offended you, Miss. Please let me go. I’ll give you anything you want—money! How much? A million? No, ten million! Is that enough?" The young master’s voice quivered.
Su Hua simply stared at him, smiling faintly. "Sorry, that’s not enough. And I don’t need money."
With that, she plunged the knife down.
"Ahhhhh—" The young master let out a blood-curdling scream. He looked down at the knife embedded in his lower body and promptly fainted.
The young master’s lackeys and the two bodyguards, witnessing this, felt a chill run through their own lower regions.
What kind of woman dares to cut a man there...
Terrified, they closed their eyes and pretended to faint.
They prayed silently, hoping the demoness wouldn’t notice them. They still had to carry on their family lines!
Su Hua’s vision was filled with blood, her ears ringing with gunfire. Betrayal and slaughter surrounded her.
Her murderous aura grew thicker, her icy gaze sweeping the area.
Finally, her eyes landed on Jiang Qing, who had been leisurely watching the spectacle.
Jiang Qing’s relaxed expression froze.
Oh no!
Su Hua had noticed her!
She was done for!
There was no escape now. She was about to become Su Hua’s next target!
She should have left earlier instead of staying to watch the show.
Those guys had already given Su Hua enough to vent on, but they all had to play dead!
"Su... Su Hua," Jiang Qing forced a smile, her voice trembling. "I’m your secretary, Jiang Qing. We’re on the same side. Don’t hurt me by mistake, okay?"
But Su Hua didn’t seem to hear her.
Step by step, Su Hua closed in on Jiang Qing.
"Quick, grab her!"
The hotel’s security team leader rushed in with a group of guards, each holding a baton, and blocked Su Hua’s path.
Jiang Qing’s eyes lit up.
Saviors!
But they were about to be in trouble.
"Miss, drop the knife now, or we won’t be polite!" the security team leader said sternly.
"Oh, more people to play with," Su Hua’s lips curled in excitement.
"If you continue to cause trouble, don’t blame us," the leader said, his face darkening.
"Go, capture her!" He waved his hand, and nine guards charged forward.
Jiang Qing crossed her arms. "Sir, I suggest you don’t provoke Su Hua," she advised kindly. After all, they had saved her, and she owed them a favor.
"What?" the leader frowned.
"Just watch," Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow.
In less than two seconds, the sound of fists hitting flesh echoed behind them. The leader turned to see his guards being knocked down one by one, some even sent flying by Su Hua’s punches.
Su Hua, meanwhile, hadn’t been touched.
"This..." The leader’s eyes widened in shock. This woman was unstoppable! A group of grown men were no match for her. She was toying with them like they were amateurs.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
