"What am I doing? His eyes like to wander, his mouth spews filth, and he's prone to thinking with his lower half. If a son is not taught well, it's the father's fault. Since you can't manage him, I'll just discipline him properly on your behalf."
Su Ci calmly stated Jiang Su's humane treatment of Cheng Yang, not forgetting to add: "Oh! Also, you don't believe what I say. As a price for your insolence, you should also know that one of your son's hands has been crippled."
The more Cheng Mingliang listened, the more alarmed he became, and the more the fury in his heart boiled. He hadn't expected these two stunningly beautiful women to be capable of such ruthless actions—especially regarding the 'lower half.' A man without his lower half was no different from being dead.
The subordinates beside him also shuddered, feeling a sudden chill between their legs.
They conveniently ignored the horrific atrocities they themselves committed against those who didn't obey them—such as bullying men and women, forcing virtuous women into prostitution, and murdering people to dump their bodies... Cheng Mingliang was someone who had seen the world and wasn't blinded by rage: "Quick, get my son to the hospital! Maybe there's still a chance to save him!"
Realizing he had recognized the wrong person, Cheng Yang also stopped his wailing.
Li Si was supporting Cheng Yang and about to carry out Cheng Mingliang's order when a dark shadow flashed before his eyes. A pretty figure stood in front of him, blocking his path. A punch landed on his chest, feeling like he'd been run over by a heavy truck. He actually experienced the illusion of his life flashing before his eyes before collapsing face-first onto the ground.
"Wait. The business deal isn't finished yet. Did I say you could leave?"
Having her challenge his bottom line repeatedly, Cheng Mingliang's chest heaved. His anger shot straight to his head, yet he remained vigilant of his surroundings as he spoke:
"Good, very good. Little girl, before you do things, you should check who I, Cheng Mingliang, was before I got into real estate. Hurry up and call out the person backing you. I want to see who has the audacity to provoke your Grandpa Cheng."
He still suspected that someone behind Su Ci was controlling everything, perhaps hiding in the shadows waiting for a chance to strike. Otherwise, he wouldn't need so many men to deal with two little girls.
"Old man, don't think too highly of yourself. If you're going to act, do it quickly. I don't have much spare time to waste here with you."
Cheng Mingliang looked at a subordinate beside him who was sharp-eyed and usually served as a lookout.
That subordinate also carefully scanned the area, then shook his head at Cheng Mingliang, confirming there were no other suspicious people around.
Only then did Cheng Mingliang breathe a sigh of relief, his tone turning extremely arrogant and overbearing.
"Little girl, you two dare to talk so big? Didn't you say you wanted to discuss a business deal worth billions?!"
"Fine, let's talk now. In a moment, I'll have each of my brothers give you billions! Get them! Seize this woman; I want her to wish she were dead!"
The twenty-odd thugs in suits behind him lifted their jackets, revealing cold blades and clubs. Groups of ten or so swarmed forward, shouting as they charged at Su Ci and Jiang Su with eyes full of lewdness and greed.
The grand scene had already caused many people to notice something was wrong when Cheng Mingliang first appeared. They consciously kept their distance, observing the two groups.
The 'visual-oriented' onlookers had already begun to break into a cold sweat for Su Ci and Jiang Su.
Based on the dialogue and behavior between Su Ci and Cheng Mingliang, they really couldn't tell who was right or wrong for a moment.
But judging from the dialogue, Su Ci and her companion seemed more like the villains.
Strangely, the group of people standing at the very front of the crowd was intentionally or unintentionally pushing the onlookers back; they were the plainclothes officers arranged by Qin Shiyao.
Jiang Su looked at the calm Su Ci with some concern. Back in the car, Su Ci had told her that she wanted to test her own skills. Jiang Su calmly dodged the attacks of the dozen or so men, having no desire to strike back.
Facing these local ruffians, she was afraid that using her true strength would instantly make them kneel and beg for mercy, which would easily spoil her young mistress's fun.
Facing the dozen people attacking her, Su Ci's heart was filled with fighting spirit. After all, what was the point of having martial power if she couldn't use it?
Taking another step back, Su Ci took a deep breath. Her gaze hardened, sharp and profound. Her right hand clenched into a fist while her left formed a claw. With her Intermediate Combat Skills and the Grappling Technique gifted by the system, she had the confidence to calmly handle the attacks of dozens of people.
Under the enhancement of her Middle Stage of Bright Strength, the movements of ordinary people appeared several times slower in Su Ci's eyes. She could strangely capture every subtle motion.
A club swung down, bringing a gust of wind that made Su Ci's hair flutter. Her left hand was fast as lightning, gripping the opponent's wrist like an iron clamp. The suit-clad thug's wrist and arm joints dislocated instantly, and the club fell to the ground with a 'clang.' Before he could even groan in pain, a heavy punch hit his abdomen. His eyes bulged out, and he fainted.
Su Ci immediately grabbed the thug's arm and threw him like a human weapon, knocking down four or five others at once.
The remaining six thugs were stunned by this for a split second. In that brief moment, Su Ci's fist reached one thug's face. Accompanied by a miserable scream, several teeth flew out of his mouth mixed with blood.
The clubs of five thugs fell together like a net from the sky.
Su Ci changed her fist into a claw, locking onto the neck of the thug she had just hit. She crouched down, using him as a human shield. From the vibration in her hands, she knew that if those blows had landed on her, it would have really hurt.
She pushed the thug away, and the others couldn't help but take a step back, fearing they might accidentally injure their own again.
Su Ci wasn't going to be polite. Seizing this opening, she focused on vital points. She used the Grappling Technique with great proficiency. In the blink of an eye, four people were on the ground clutching their necks, wrists, or knees, moaning in total disorientation.
From the corner of her eye, Su Ci saw a glint of light. The five men who had just been knocked down had stood up and launched an attack at her.
Whether it was Jiang Su, who was dealing with attacks as futile as 'ants trying to shake a tree,' or Lan Wanting and Qin Shiyao, who were watching everything from the maybach, everyone held their breath for a moment.
At some point, a thug had discarded his club and pulled out a knife, attacking from an angle along with three others.
If that landed on the neck, she'd really have to spend some time in the ICU.
She tilted her head and barely dodged the attack, a few strands of black hair being severed by the cold blade.
Seeing this, the thug changed his move to a slash. Su Ci raised her hand and grabbed the thug's arm, while her other elbow delivered a heavy blow to his chest. The crisp sound of bone cracking was enough to make one's skin crawl.
Su Ci used the momentum to fling the thug away, then performed a sideways whip kick that sent the remaining three flying onto the ground.
Half a minute passed. A dozen people lay on the ground; some had lost their strength due to dislocated joints, while others had fainted outright.
Her side of the battle was over. Su Ci turned her gaze toward Jiang Su and met her eyes.
Jiang Su no longer held back. The thugs didn't even see her movements clearly; they only felt themselves being hit, their vision flipped, and they lost consciousness.