"I don’t think the gang leader’s girlfriend looks like she knows martial arts. What kind of decent person wears a skirt to a fight?"
"How about we place bets? Let’s wager on who’ll win this match—the gang leader’s girlfriend or Liang Xiaoxia."
"Sure, let’s do it!"
They quickly pulled out their phones.
A betting pool was created in their group chat, and payments were made.
This was their own Golden Dragon Gang app.
Once the winner was decided, the money would automatically be distributed to the winning side based on the stakes.
Eighty-five percent of them bet on Liang Xiaoxia winning.
Of the remaining fifteen percent, only a few genuinely believed Su Hua would win. The rest simply thought betting on Liang Xiaoxia was too crowded—even if they won, the payout would be meager.
Might as well bet on the gang leader’s girlfriend for a shot at striking it rich.
Jiang Qing stood at the edge of the crowd, her sharp ears catching snippets of their conversation.
Tsk.
Su Hua doesn’t know martial arts?
Their faces are about to get slapped hard.
Though… if only she could place a bet too.
Putting money on Su Hua would guarantee a massive payout.
Jiang Qing sighed regretfully in her heart.
"I’ll be the referee," Wang Ba volunteered, stepping forward.
"Fine by me," Su Hua nodded, her gaze resting coolly on Wang Ba. "But I have one condition."
Wang Ba agreed readily. "Go ahead, miss."
Su Hua replied, "No matter what happens during the match, I want none of you to interfere."
Wang Ba glanced at Liang Xiaoxia.
So, Su Hua intended to teach Liang Xiaoxia a lesson—and by extension, issue a warning to anyone else in the gang who might have designs on their leader.
Not a bad idea. After this, no woman in the gang would dare to even glance at the boss the wrong way.
And Su Hua wouldn’t have to deal with any more flirtations.
Wang Ba nodded. "Agreed. Whether it’s you or Liang Xiaoxia gaining the upper hand, we won’t intervene."
Of course, Su Hua was the legendary assassin known as "Ling." There was no way she’d lose to Liang Xiaoxia.
"Good," Su Hua acknowledged.
Liang Xiaoxia smirked.
Perfect. This was exactly the opportunity she needed to teach this woman a lesson.
"Let’s begin," Liang Xiaoxia declared.
Wang Ba shot her a pitying look.
She had no idea how badly Su Hua was about to dismantle her.
"Begin the match!" Wang Ba announced loudly.
Every pair of eyes in the room locked onto the center of the hall.
Liang Xiaoxia lifted her chin arrogantly. "You go first. I’ll give you three free moves."
"No need," Su Hua replied flatly.
"Suit yourself," Liang Xiaoxia sneered. "Don’t blame me for not holding back then."
She clenched her fist and charged.
"Ha—!"
Her punch aimed straight for Su Hua’s face.
This fox must have enchanted the boss with her pretty face. Today, she’d ruin it!
Liang Xiaoxia’s grin turned vicious.
Su Hua remained expressionless.
Nearly everyone in the audience held their breath for her.
Su Hua was breathtakingly beautiful—and the boss’s girlfriend.
None of them wanted to see her hurt.
Many members of the Golden Dragon Gang shut their eyes, dreading the sight of Su Hua being brutalized.
Just as Liang Xiaoxia’s fist was about to connect with Su Hua’s nose, many couldn’t bear to watch and squeezed their eyes shut.
Su Hua didn’t even shift her stance.
Her calm demeanor exuded an air of invincibility.
Wang Ba nodded approvingly.
This was the aura of "Ling." Few could match it. She and the boss truly were a perfect pair.
Liang Xiaoxia moved fast, certain her punch would land.
But her fist was caught mid-air by a single hand.
Liang Xiaoxia froze.
This strength—
"Gah—!"
She strained harder.
Yet, her fist didn’t budge an inch.
Liang Xiaoxia’s brow furrowed.
What the hell?
How was this woman so strong?
A cold realization dawned on her.
So this was why she dared to challenge me—she’s relying on brute strength.
But did she really think raw power alone could win a fight?
Strength meant nothing. Liang Xiaoxia had a hundred ways to crush her.
Before she could switch tactics, Su Hua yanked her forward by the wrist.
As Liang Xiaoxia stumbled, Su Hua gripped her shoulder.
Crack!
Her entire arm was dislocated in one swift motion.
From start to finish, Liang Xiaoxia had no chance to fight back.
Su Hua had originally planned to take her time.
But she wanted to see Xuan now. This needed to end quickly.
"Ah—!" Liang Xiaoxia screamed in agony.
The Golden Dragon Gang members who’d closed their eyes tensed up.
This was bad.
The boss’s girlfriend must have taken a beating.
The boss adored her. If she got hurt, would he take it out on them?
But those who kept their eyes open were stunned.
Their jaws practically hit the floor.
"Holy shit, the boss’s girlfriend is this strong?"
"No kidding! She looks so delicate, but Liang Xiaoxia couldn’t even last one move against her. And she didn’t even break a sweat!"
The ones who’d shut their eyes: "???"
What?
Were they saying Liang Xiaoxia was the one getting wrecked?
No way.
Were they just messing with them?
But now that they listened, the scream did sound like Liang Xiaoxia’s.
The boss’s girlfriend had a lovely voice—she wouldn’t screech like that.
Curiosity got the better of them. They peeked.
And what they saw was Liang Xiaoxia trying to retaliate.
Su Hua sidestepped, appearing behind her in a flash.
Crack!
Her other arm was wrenched out of its socket.
"Hiss—"
The crowd gasped collectively.
Damn.
The boss’s girlfriend was a monster.
Liang Xiaoxia was no slouch in combat, yet here she was, getting toyed with like a ragdoll.
"I’ll kill you!" Liang Xiaoxia snarled through the pain.
Gritting her teeth, she swung her leg at Su Hua.
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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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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