Madam Fierce Fist Code's Doudou Bro, Do You Think I'm Foolishly Lucky

In the Great Sea City, at the Game City.

Du Wanyi wore boxing gloves and stood before a machine testing arm strength. The short-haired woman stood nearby, while the noble lady looked worried.

There were also quite a few onlookers around, watching the scene.

“No way, is this for real? That’s insane!”

“Once could be a coincidence, twice luck, but three or four times—how do you explain that?”

“Born with super strength?”

“666, why didn’t you call me during evolution?”

Many bystanders were already filming with their phones, capturing the moment—not their own lives, of course, but the lady’s.

What was there to record in their own dull lives?

But the lady’s life was different; any random snippet could trend on social media, like her current demolition of the arcade machines. The machine in front of her was already the fifth victim.

Four machines had come before it, each knocked out with a single punch, wrecked completely.

Luckily, the Game City was large and had plenty of machines for Du Wanyi to take out her frustration on, and it wasn’t much of a loss. The noble lady wasn’t bothered by the expense—she was just… worried about her best friend’s mental state.

After leaving the hospital that day, Du Wanyi had tried every possible way to contact Ye Cheng and Shen Ming.

One was out of service, and the other had their phone turned off.

According to reports from her subordinates, Doudou had gone abroad, and Little Chengcheng had run off, hiding out at the Tang family’s place.

Anywhere else in Great Sea City, Du Wanyi could have just gone straight there, dragged them out, and hung them up for a beating. But not the Tang family. There was a clear boundary between the two households she couldn’t cross.

She couldn’t show her face; any dealings with the Tang family were mostly handled by Brother Doudou.

Now… Doudou had fled abroad out of guilt, and Ye Cheng had invoked the “sacred refuge” buff. Between the two of them, the Madam couldn’t get even a hint of satisfaction.

In all her years, she had never been so wronged, and she simply couldn’t swallow that humiliation. That’s why she ended up at the Game City.

Left fist dealt high damage, right fist dealt heavy damage—with such smooth combo moves, she kept elbow-striking the arcade machines!

It drew gasps and murmurs from the crowd. Before, she would have shown off to the onlookers, raising her hands high like a champion basking in her own spotlight, and finishing with a cheerful peace sign.

But not this time. She wasn’t in the mood; she only wanted revenge…

“Doudou, Little Chengcheng, take this punch from me!!!”

“Bam!”

A punch full of fury—the crowd couldn’t even see Du Wanyi’s arm move. The people nearby clearly felt a gust of wind blow past, followed by a loud crashing sound.

The arm-strength machine in front of her first showed a string of garbled code, then went dark, completely dead.

“Hiss…”

The crowd drew in sharp breaths, scrambling to take photos, and some recorded videos ready to upload. This was prime trending material—no special effects needed when you could punch a machine into shutdown with one fist. How awesome was that?

The murmurs and amazement kept rising. The short-haired woman, sensing things were getting out of hand, stepped forward quickly and spoke in a low voice.

“Family Head, there are more and more people around…”

Du Wanyi glanced around, took off her gloves, and said, “Let’s go. Somewhere else.”

Hearing this, both the short-haired woman and the noble lady breathed a sigh of relief. They were afraid that if this continued, things would blow up, especially since the Madam’s skills didn’t look normal.

Actually, she didn’t even look human!

Boxing ring.

A huge sandbag hung in midair. Du Wanyi put her gloves back on, while the short-haired woman prepared the key props they’d need.

“Family Head, will this do?” The short-haired woman held up two pieces of white paper.

On them were written the names “Doudou” and “Little Chengcheng.” Du Wanyi nodded, and the short-haired woman walked over, stuck the paper slips onto the sandbag, and then quickly retreated to a safe distance.

“How long will Wanyi’s condition last?” the noble lady asked, her face full of concern.

Back when the noble lady herself hadn’t listened to advice and had gotten married, she had never seen her best friend this furious. Today, it was a whole new level.

The short-haired woman shook her head. “Normally, beating up the head of the household’s wife once would do the trick. But now, the head of the household’s wife has gone abroad on business, so I’m not sure when the Family Head will get back to normal.”

Beating her up once???

Noble Lady: “…”

It seemed Brother Ming didn’t have an easy time at home either. Especially with her best friend’s temper, hopping back and forth every few days—wouldn’t that mean getting beaten that often?

Well, well, well!

Though she hadn’t witnessed the specific scenes, she could already guess most of it through deduction.

Also, wasn’t it “going abroad on business”? More like fleeing out of guilt, right?

The noble lady’s lips twitched. No wonder Brother Ming had left in such a hurry back then, telling her not to reveal his direction or trail, and not to disturb the “fight” in the hospital room, just to buy time for his escape.

So… that’s how it was.

Noble Lady: “…”

“Then why can’t they catch the other one?” The noble lady couldn’t understand. Was Ye Cheng also abroad?

In Great Sea City, as long as Ye Cheng was still here, there should be no place outside the Du family’s reach? So why…

The short-haired woman shook her head. “He’s at the Tang family. We can’t go there.”

“The Tang family? Which Tang family? Xiaolan, you don’t mean…” The noble lady seemed to think of something, her pupils contracting, her face full of disbelief.

The short-haired woman nodded. “Yes, that Tang family.”

Noble Lady: “???”

That little guy was this formidable, and he had ties to the Tang family?

“Can I ask—who in the Tang family does he have a connection with?” The noble lady’s admiration remained in her eyes.

If she hadn’t investigated Ye Cheng’s background beforehand, she might have thought he was some scheming, ultra-cunning gold-digger, specifically luring their child Tongtong in.

But from what she could see now… there was no need at all. It was really just an accident.

Their child Tongtong, well, compared to the competition around him—if not completely hopeless, it was almost zero.

She had initially thought Tongtong, innocent, gullible, adorably rich little loli type, would have strong appeal and be well-liked. Who could have guessed the rivals here were so fierce?

The Big Three of Great Sea City… this was too outrageous.

If it was the Big Three, their own background didn’t amount to much to brag about. Still, at least she still had that one close friend…

The short-haire woman hesitated slightly. Seeing this, the noble lady smiled and smoothed things over. “I was just asking casually, Xiaolan. I’ll ask Wanyi about it later myself. Don’t overthink it.”

The short-haired woman nodded.

“Ahh!”

Madam Super Punch!!!

With a single thud, a sandbag weighing hundreds of pounds flew up, hit the ceiling, and dropped back down. Before the sandbag could even settle, another punch from the Madam landed.

Up it flew again, and so the cycle continued. It was less like hitting a punching bag and more like taking turns elbowing the bag in tandem with the ceiling.

Short-haired Woman: “……”

Noble Lady: “……”

Both of them broke out in a cold sweat. Gulp. The Noble Lady swallowed hard and ventured a hesitant question.

“Little Lan... is Wanyi usually... this intense when she exercises?”

“No. It looks like the Family Head is imagining the punching bag as the Madam and the Young Madam right now,” the Short-haired Woman replied bluntly.

Noble Lady: “……”

Thanks a lot, Little Lan, for filling me in. Otherwise, I’d still be in the dark.

After a high-intensity barrage of punches, the bag finally couldn’t take it anymore. With another strike of the Madam’s “Powerhouse Punch,” the bag exploded in mid-air, sand scattering across the floor.

By now, the Madam was in a frenzy, charging forward to land more elbow strikes!

“Damn it!!!”

“Bang, bang, bang—”

“You bastard!”

“Bang, bang, bang—”

Noble Lady: “???”

A moment later.

The Madam swapped out a new punching bag and continued training, while the Noble Lady retreated to a corner of the gym and dialed Shen Ming.

“Beep, beep, beep...”

“Hello? Xiaoxia, what’s up?” Shen Ming’s groggy voice came through the phone, sounding like he’d just woken up.

“Brother Ming, maybe... maybe you should come back. Wanyi is going crazy right now. Take a look—”

The Noble Lady flipped her phone’s camera, live-streaming the full scene of the Madam battering the punching bag.

Shen Ming: “……”

Especially when he heard his own wife shouting his name between punches—yelling something like “Damned Doudou!”—Shen Ming nearly wet himself. Well, not really, but it scared the crap out of him.

“Hm? Xiaoxia, why is Wanyi’s face wrapped in bandages?” Shen Ming spotted the detail.

The Noble Lady sighed. “Your little Hanhan did that, Brother Ming. You should have seen it—how vicious. I mean, Hanhan, she’s her own mother, how could she go that far? ...Anyway, when are you coming back?”

Shen Ming: “……”

So Hanhan really went all out this time. Beaten to that state... and odds were, his own fate wouldn’t be much better.

Go back?

Go back for what? To walk straight into death?

“Hello? What’s that, Xiaoxia? Sorry, your voice is cutting out. Bad signal here. Alright, alright, I’ll hang up now...”

Using Ye Cheng’s trick—toggling his hotspot manually to fake a bad connection—he successfully pulled off the “Disclaimer of Responsibility” and hung up.

Noble Lady: “???”

The Noble Lady’s face went from confusion to shock.

Brother Ming, you weren’t like this before. You used to be such an upstanding guy!

“Ah! Doudou, take this!” Du Wanyi bellowed, swinging both fists as she elbowed the punching bag plastered with labels bearing Ye Cheng and Shen Ming’s names.

Madam’s Powerhouse Punch x999—

Watching her best friend throw punches so fast they left afterimages, the Noble Lady fell silent. Huh... maybe she could understand after all.

...

Meanwhile.

At the Shen family’s private estate in Country F.

After hanging up, Shen Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This was bad. He probably couldn’t go home for at least half a year. But staying out like this forever wasn’t a solution either... Suddenly, a lightbulb went off.

“Xiao Cheng, I booked a restaurant. Let’s talk about the next steps. I’ve sent you the location...”

After sending the location, Shen Ming turned around and forwarded the “secret meeting spot” to his wife.

He added a note:

“Wanyi, it looks like Xiao Cheng is hiding out here. Probably around 8:30 tonight...”

“Phew...”

Having done all that, Shen Ming wiped his sweat again. “Don’t blame me, Xiao Cheng. Wanyi might not kill you, but she’d definitely kill me. This once, just take one for the team. Next time, Brother Doudou will treat you to a big meal.”

...

At the Tang residence.

“Buzz, buzz!”

His phone vibrated. A message from Brother Doudou in Country F landed on Ye Cheng’s screen.

“Xiao Cheng, I booked a restaurant...”

Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow. “The hell, Brother Doudou! You think I’m an idiot? Selling me out to the Madam?”

Without a second thought, he set Brother Doudou to Do Not Disturb...