Ming Zheng raised an eyebrow, a look of sudden understanding on her face. "So, this is how you got Young Master Song to keep you by his side?"
She paused for a moment, the corners of her crimson lips curling into an arc of realization. "That's right. After all, your face is so much like a delicate white flower, exactly the kind Young Master Song likes. It's no wonder you can stay by Young Master Song's side... all day long."
Ming Zhi Rou's pupils suddenly constricted, her usually delicate and pitifully cute face turning pale.
The five fingers covering her face clenched tightly.
This Ming Zheng, this bitch, she's doing this on purpose!
Ming Zheng was deliberately saying such ambiguous words in front of these high-society young masters.
She wanted to completely ruin her reputation!
Everyone in this circle knew what Young Master Song was like.
With Ming Zheng saying this.
From now on, whenever she met those dissolute young masters, she would be branded as Song Zhe Kun's woman.
She absolutely refused!
Ming Zhi Rou immediately ignored Song Zhe Kun's presence, her eyes turning red as she tearfully cried out in shame and anger, "Sister, what nonsense are you talking about? After you broke Young Master Song's hand last night, he's been treating it. Nothing happened between us! How can you insult me with such words and ruin my reputation?!"
These words undoubtedly struck a nerve with Song Zhe Kun.
Having his hand broken by Ming Zheng had always been a painful memory for him, the greatest humiliation of his life.
Now, in front of the circle of wastrels.
Ming Zhi Rou's words were practically crushing his dignity underfoot.
"Get out!"
Song Zhe Kun's eyes were dark and fierce. He kicked Ming Zhi Rou forcefully in the stomach, sending her flying.
His ashen, ice-cold face was filled with heavy anger. "Ming Zheng, I don't have time to waste talking to you. I'll give you five seconds. Will you kneel down willingly, or will these three A-class martial artists behind me... force you to kneel!"
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Having evaded the Song family's surveillance, the three of them stood among the trees in the Song family's backyard.
Si Lin watched Ming Zheng, who was surrounded by seventeen or eighteen B-class martial artists, and listened to Song Zhe Kun's taunts. He was so angry his fists clenched.
"No wonder Miss Ming Zheng asked the Dean of the Capital to dinner, it was to ask the Dean of the Capital to accompany her to see Song Zhe Kun!"
"No! How dare he make Brother Chi's savior kneel? I'll kill him!"
"What are A-class martial artists! I can take them down one by one with a single punch!"
Before he could finish speaking.
He suddenly felt something chilling and terrifying surge through the air.
Instantly, he felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar, bone-chillingly cold.
Si Lin's body stiffened. He cautiously turned his head, bit by bit, to look behind him.
As expected, he saw his Brother Chi looking at the surrounded Ming Zheng with deep, dark eyes.
The man's aura became increasingly violent, sweeping into storms.
A dense darkness churned in his dark eyes.
"Song family?"
Chi Xian's thin, rose-colored lips slowly uttered the words.
Just two words.
Yet they contained killing intent.
Signifying that... the Song family was finished.
This was the first time Si Lin had seen his Brother Chi wear such an expression.
Bloodthirsty, cold, sinister.
Like an Asura crawling out of hell.
He shivered. "Brother Chi, Brother Chi, I'll go stop them... We can't let Miss Ming Zheng kneel to that dog, Song Zhe Kun!"
How could Brother Chi's savior kneel to such a good-for-nothing?
"She won't."
Veins bulged on Chi Xian's clenched fists.
Si Lin: "Ah?"
Chi Xian's gaze was icy, suppressing the coldness filling his heart. "She is Ming Zheng. She has her own pride. She won't kneel to anyone."
The person who could save him so silently from a meticulously trained team of B-class martial artists.
A person who, even knowing he was the patriarch of the Chi family, remained disdainful.
A mere Song Zhe Kun.
Couldn't control Ming Zheng.
But...
"Notify them. In half an hour, I want to see the Song family become history!"
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[Kneel, kneel!]
[Hurry up and kneel! This chick is exciting, looks like she's not easy to conquer!]
[I love seeing this type of young girl refuse to yield to death, yet have that helpless look in her eyes.]
[Young Master Song is awesome! Where did you find three A-class martial artists?]
[It has to be Young Master Song, who always brings out A-class martial artists when he makes a move.]
[To deal with a woman, isn't it overkill to deploy A-class martial artists? Young Master Song, did you get scared after losing a car race?]
Countless comments scrolled across the live stream.
The young wastrels were all excited.
Those who were familiar with Song Zhe Kun teased and mocked him.
It was incredibly lively.
Song Zhe Kun looked at the comments, his eyes filled with a dark, sinister coldness.
He curved his lips into a chilling smile and held up three fingers.
"I'll give you three seconds."
"Three..."
"Bang!"
As soon as the word "three" left his mouth.
Song Zhe Kun's body was violently sent flying backward.
He crashed heavily against a thick tree trunk.
The sound of "crackling, crackling" as the tree trunk broke, accompanied by the sound of its轰然 collapse, echoed one after another.
Song Zhe Kun was sent flying more than five meters away, hanging on a tree.
And in the path he took.
Sturdy, lush trees were broken and fell to the ground.
This huge, shocking turn of events caused everyone's breathing to tighten.
The martial artists suddenly turned their gaze to Ming Zheng, their eyes filled with endless shock and disbelief.
As for the girl in black clothes and black pants, she stood in place, as if she hadn't moved at all.
But a large, deep pit had already spread out from around her feet.
That was the trace left by her powerful Qi!
"Young Master Song!"
"Young Master Song, are you alright?!"
The martial artists rushed to Song Zhe Kun's side, quickly helping him up.
The eyes of the A-class martial artists, which had previously been filled with disdain, now held a look of scrutiny and investigation.
They initially didn't understand.
To deal with a little girl, even with the Dean of the Capital present.
Couldn't a few B-class martial artists easily handle her?
Why would they need their esteemed A-class martial artists?
It seemed this young girl did have some skill.
Ming Zheng put her hands in her pockets, looking at Song Zhe Kun, who was being helped up by the martial artists, almost gasping for air. She smirked. "Young Master Song, have you been reading too many novels? Did your chuunibyou soul act up? Kneeling down if you don't agree?"
"If you like kneeling so much, kneel twice for me?"
Song Zhe Kun spat out large mouthfuls of blood, his eyes bulging.
The excruciating pain of his internal organs being shattered made even breathing unbearable.
"Ming... Ming Zhi Rou..."
He gritted his teeth, biting out Ming Zhi Rou's name filled with icy hatred.
Clearly... Ming Zhi Rou had said that Ming Zheng was just an ordinary person, a good-for-nothing!
Where the hell was this good-for-nothing?
The real good-for-nothing was Ming Zhi Rou!
That bitch dared to lie to him!
"Tsk tsk tsk, even with A-class martial artists around, it doesn't seem to be of much use?" Mo Qi Yu clicked his tongue, unbuttoning his suit cuffs, rolling up his sleeves, and twisting his head, smiling with a domineering CEO aura. "Come on, come on, if it's a fight, then let's fight!"