Ming Zheng remained still.
Mo Qiyu, with his CEO-like expression, also stayed put.
Several black daggers were planted in front of them, deeply embedded in the ground.
They were just one step away.
“Holy crap, playing dirty!”
Mo Qiyu looked at the daggers, which were clearly still dripping with some kind of liquid.
It was poison, obviously!
What happened to a fair fight?
Sneaking an attack from behind, what kind of heroes were they?
Ming Zheng slightly raised her eyebrows, her gaze settling on a spot in the dense woods.
She lifted her foot and swept across the ground, striking the three embedded daggers.
A gust of wind surged from her feet.
The daggers were ripped from the ground and, guided by Ming Zheng’s foot, were fiercely kicked towards that spot.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—”
The three daggers turned into streaks of light, disappearing into the dense woods.
“Bang!”
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
A person dressed in traditional martial arts attire rolled down from a tree.
The three daggers were neatly lined up, impaled in his right arm.
He let out a pained scream.
In less than a minute.
The man’s mouth turned a dark purplish color.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
From the lush trees, seventeen or eighteen people instantly leaped down.
They were all uniformly dressed in traditional martial arts attire, exuding a chilling aura.
Martial artists!
They were all martial artists!
And, all B-class martial artists!
“Ming Zheng.”
A sweet voice echoed through the dense, moonlit woods.
Behind the seventeen or eighteen martial artists, a petite figure slowly emerged.
Ming Zhi Rou was still wearing yesterday's designer-inspired short skirt, her meticulously maintained hair cascading over her shoulders, though slightly disheveled, unlike her usual pristine appearance.
Her face was covered in thick foundation, but it couldn't hide the red, swollen marks on her cheeks.
Yet, her demeanor was arrogant, as if the martial artists behind her were her subordinates. She walked with an air of superiority, attempting to crush Ming Zheng with her presence.
Her beautiful eyes, filled with venom, stared intently at Ming Zheng.
It was as if she wanted to see fear and terror on Ming Zheng’s face.
She also wanted to see Ming Zheng’s reaction upon seeing her unharmed and receiving such distinguished treatment!
But, nothing!
There was nothing!
Ming Zheng’s expression was calm, composed.
None of the results she had anticipated.
Ming Zhi Rou clenched her fists, her face contorting slightly. The movement pulled at the skin on her cheek, still red from Song Zhe Kun’s slap, causing her eyes to twitch in pain.
But standing before Ming Zheng.
She endured the pain on her face, her gaze towards Ming Zheng filled with even greater hatred.
This slap on her face was Ming Zheng’s doing!
It was all because Ming Zheng had offended Young Master Song!
“You really have some nerve.”
The instant Ming Zhi Rou finished speaking.
The seventeen or eighteen martial artists had shifted their formation, completely surrounding Ming Zheng and Mo Qiyu.
Seeing the two with no chance of escape, Ming Zhi Rou’s lips curved into a more venomous smile: “Ming Zheng, did you really think calling the Dean of the Imperial Capital would protect you?”
“Ming Zheng, it seems I’ve truly found your weakness.”
“Knowing you crippled Young Master Song’s hand, he would never let you go! Yet you dared to bring only the Dean of the Imperial Capital, just the two of you, to this place.”
“You truly care about the Ming family, and about… the reason you were abandoned in the first place.”
As Ming Zhi Rou spoke, she laughed maniacally: “No matter how much you try to show you want to leave the Ming family, in your heart, you can’t let go of them!”
Ming Zhi Rou crossed her arms, her head held high with arrogant disdain: “Ming Zheng, if you kneel down and beg me, perhaps… I might consider, in my great mercy, to tell you what you want to know.”
The more she spoke, the more triumphant Ming Zhi Rou became.
It was as if she could already picture Ming Zheng kneeling before her, begging for the reason why she was abandoned and left the Ming family.
She couldn't help but erupt into unrestrained laughter.
At this moment, where was the gentleness and kindness she usually displayed?
Her face, covered in thick foundation, was contorted with excitement.
It truly made one’s hands itch.
“Slap—”
Since her hands itched.
Ming Zheng naturally didn't hold back.
She raised her hand, and with a resounding smack, delivered a heavy slap.
No one saw when Ming Zheng moved.
Nor did anyone notice how she raised her hand.
By the time the B-class martial artists reacted.
Ming Zheng casually withdrew her hand, her expression calm and languid, her every movement exuding a lazy, noble aura.
It was as if this slap.
Was her condescending gesture towards Ming Zhi Rou.
The B-class martial artists furrowed their brows, their gazes towards Ming Zheng instantly becoming exceptionally vigilant.
This girl was not as simple as Ming Zhi Rou had described.
She was definitely not a cripple!
What cripple could slap Ming Zhi Rou right under their noses, among so many B-class martial artists?
However, the rage that was thoroughly ignited by this slap completely consumed Ming Zhi Rou’s reason, preventing her from thinking of anything else.
She only felt that as this slap landed.
Half of her face, already swollen by Song Zhe Kun, became even more so.
A strong, metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.
Something viscous oozed from the corner of her lips.
The pain made her eyes redden, her fury burning.
Ming Zheng’s beautiful face remained unfazed, calm and cold, her voice soft as she spoke: “Call Song Zhe Kun out.”
She couldn't be bothered to say more to Ming Zhi Rou.
She had no desire to deal with this idiot.
Did Ming Zhi Rou truly believe she came to the Song family’s back mountain just for the reason she was abandoned?
What had already happened.
And what had already been decided.
What was there to investigate?
Regardless of the reason for the exchange of lives between her and Ming Zhi Rou, it was already in the past.
Towards the Ming family.
She harbored no more hopes, no more feelings.
Anything related to the Ming family was of no consequence.
Her only objective was to deal with Song Zhe Kun.
Why should this idiot blabber so much?
It was noisy.
Mo Qiyu’s eyes widened behind her. Although he tried hard to maintain his CEO image, his eyes, looking at Ming Zheng, sparkled.
Inside, a little figure was cheering him on, clapping non-stop.
Baby was too cool, ahhhh!
This was the true CEO!
His CEO training mentor would definitely be Baby!
Mo Qiyu rubbed his hands together, itching to show off his CEO demeanor.
Suddenly, a vast and terrifyingly powerful aura swept towards them.
Mo Qiyu’s hairs stood on end, his expression instantly becoming tense.
Immediately afterward, Song Zhe Kun, with a smug and roguish grin, slowly emerged from the dense woods.
Behind him stood three men dressed in black martial arts attire.
Those three had stern faces and sharp eyes.
Clearly, they were thugs stained with countless blood!
Mo Qiyu’s pupils trembled, and he exclaimed in surprise: “Holy crap… A-class martial artists, and three of them?!”