Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“How much did Ye Hai pay you? Whatever he offered you, I'll pay you five times that amount. Let me go, and I'll give you the money immediately!”
When he saw no reply from the thug boss, Leng Qirui thought that it was not enough, and immediately followed up, “If you think it's not enough, then ten times, or…”
“Slap!”
The thug boss slapped Leng Qirui's face.
“Ten times, do you dare to pay twenty times or a hundred times more?”
“As long as you give me a price!”
“In your dreams!”
Leng Qirui was slapped again.
“I'm a professional okay, I'm a professional! Do you know what a professional is? If you don't, don't insult my profession! If everyone is like you, giving out prices a few times higher than our employer to make us change sides, then will anyone employ us in the future? Can we still develop? Sh*t! Talking to you is a waste of my saliva. Boy, remember to not be so rushed when you're reborn in your next life! It's not good to have too many enemies; you'll have to pay it back sooner or later in this society.”
Leng Qirui had a look of a dead fish as he knew that he could no longer escape. He took advantage of the thug boss showing off and gave him a kick, then shouted at Zhong Nuannuan. “Go!”
Leng Qirui got entangled in a fight with the thug boss, and when the other motorcycle thugs saw this, they immediately besieged him.
Leng Qirui thought that he would be beaten to death in the siege, so he felt that even if he died, he would turn the thug boss into a scapegoat as well.
Zhong Nuannuan saw this and felt that he was still quite capable of fighting. He was not just a weakling.
Leng Qirui was very focused on the fight, so he did not see that the surrounding thugs were efficiently knocked out by Zhong Nuannuan with just a few moves.
The thug boss was also very engrossed in the fighting. He felt that he had found an opponent, so he failed to even realize that his followers did not come forward to support him.
Nevertheless, in the end, he still won.
Finally, Leng Qirui was beaten.
The thug boss picked up a sharp knife from the ground, and mercilessly stabbed it at Leng Qirui's heart. He was just about to hit his target when a flying kick sent him flying into the opposite wall that had the word “Demolish” written on it.
“Bang——”
The sound of human flesh hitting the concrete wall was so heavily m.u.f.fled that it hurt just to hear.
Leng Qirui's mouth widened as he looked at the girl standing in front of him, who had worn a pink helmet since the beginning. When he looked closer, he was dumbfounded.
The motorcycle thugs who were just showing off and threatening to kill him earlier now lay scattered all over the ground, all clutching their right arms. They were sweating hard from the pain but dared not shout, and all looked fearfully at the girl that rode the pink battery-powered scooter, who was now standing in front of him.
Her brutal combat power was totally off the charts!
He regained his senses and was just about to thank this cla.s.smate, but saw that she had already walked to the thug boss and had given him a loud slap. Everyone who heard the sound felt like slap sounded like someone hammering walnuts.
This was because the thug boss had spit out a mouthful of blood from that one slap alone.
“Please… Please spare our life, G.o.ddess! We failed to recognize a great person, and clashed with a G.o.ddess. We won't dare to do so again!”
