Chapter 137: The Chen Family Can Disappear (1)
Translator: _Min
Her voice was steady, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Especially her fox-like eyes—crystal clear and bright—appeared to have no lethal intent at all.
With important guests inside, the Mudanjiang Courtyard staff dared not let her pass.
“Miss, if you insist on this, then we have no choice,” said a staff member, his face turning cold. “Hold her back; she absolutely cannot disturb Mr. Liu.”
The security guards, each armed with an electric baton, hesitated for a moment but eventually moved forward.
One of the guards found an opening and swung his electric baton directly at the girl’s shoulder blade.
This should make her comply, shouldn’t it?
However, just as he swung the baton, with a “thud,” it was immediately blocked.
By just one hand—again.
Si Fuqing firmly gripped the baton, turning her head to look at him. Her face was expressionless.
The baton couldn’t move an inch further.
The guard was so stunned he was at a loss for words; his entire being felt numb.
Did this girl not feel pain?
What kind ofmonster is she?
In a reflexive move, he cranked up the electric current to its maximum level, gritting his teeth. “What are you waiting for? Go on, get her!”
The other guards finally came to their senses. But instead of moving forward, they dropped their electric batons one by one and didn’t dare to linger for even a second longer—they just ran.
The guard facing Si Fuqing was infuriated, “Why are you runn—Ah!”
He let out a cry of pain.
“Snap!”
Si Fuqing twisted her wrist, and the guard winced, involuntarily letting go of the baton.
By the time he came to his senses, the electric baton was no longer in his hand.
‘You like this thing a lot, don’t you?” Si Fuqing held the baton, bending slightly forward and smiling. “I find it quite handy as well. Why don’t you give it a try yourself?”
“Zap—”
The same electric current coursed through the guard’s body via the baton. He didn’t even have time to scream; his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto the floor.
Si Fuqing clenched her hand, sensing the stiffness and numbness in her arm, but without taking a single breath, she strode directly into the villa. The staff member responsible for calling for help also collapsed on the floor,
Who… who on earth is this person?
Meanwhile, upstairs in the bedroom, Mr. Liu had just managed to extinguish the flames on his arm. He was in a pitiful state.
His right arm was clearly burnt, filling the air with the smell of scorched flesh.
Yu Tang opened her mouth wide in disbelief: “That’s…incredibly powerful.”
Though she often watched anime and read novels, and believed in light and superpowers, she was also quite capable of distinguishing between reality and fantasy. So she had considered the sachet to be nothing more than a simple talisman for safety.
But to her surprise, just one piece of talisman had so much power.
Forgetting even to be afraid, Yu Tang’s eyes glinted with admiration.
Qingqing really was like a little angel, always protecting her.
“You little wretch, very well!” Mr. Liu was now thoroughly enraged. He lunged forward, seizing Yu Tang’s hair with one hand. “Even if your father were to come here today, he couldn’t save you. I don’t care which family’s daughter you
are! ”
“What, you think your family would oppose me for your sake?”
He had said it already; he had no fear in the city!
“You might as well go and kill my father, I’ve been hoping for his death for a long time.” Yu Tang winced in pain, but her reply was utterly serious. “I told you, I’m from the Yu family. Why won’t you believe me?”
“What a joke. If you’re from the Yu family, then I’m Yu Qishan,” Mr. Liu snarled. “I swear, if I don’t make you suffer today, I’ll write my name backward!” Yu Tang’s expression turned somewhat pale.
She was still a young woman, after all, and such an incident would naturally terrify her.
Just then— “Bang!”
The door was kicked open, sent flying off its hinges.
Mid-air, a “crack” sounded—the reinforced door shattered into pieces instantaneously.
Splinters scattered across the floor, some grazing Mr. Liu’s face as they flew by, leaving several stinging red marks.
Yu Tang dodged just in time, her face still slightly pale.
Mr. Liu, who had been fully prepared for the next step, was taken aback; his body seemed to lose some of its rigidity.
In addition to the new injuries on his face, his fury surged. He shouted, “Who is it?!”
Si Fuqing stood at the doorway.
The fluctuating light inside the room illuminated half of her face, making her look like a fearsome warrior from the underworld. The room was permeated with an icy chill.
Mr. Liu couldn’t help but shiver.
Yu Tang blurted out, “Qingqing!”
Her delight lasted only a second before turning into anxiety. “Qingqing, they came for you; they kidnapped me by mistake.. Why did you come alone? Where is Uncle Nine?”