Xiang Wenxin raised her fist, looking a bit smug and somewhat cutely fierce.
"Of course, Sister has trained," she said. "I've been practicing martial arts since I was six years old!"
Liu Zhizhong was somewhat surprised.
It seemed that the Xiang family, a prestigious Southern clan, really had some clout.
And for a girl, learning martial arts for self-defense wasn't a bad thing at all.
Observing Wen Xin's nimble footwork, her solid stance, and her youthful and agile movements, it was clear she had practiced.
"It's not that early. My brother started training in martial arts when he was four."
"Uh..." Liu Zhizhong was startled, then laughed, "Your parents are really tough on you two, very dedicated!"
"Not really! Practicing martial arts strengthens the body and is beneficial. In college, I won the women's provincial Sanda championship, and my brother won third place in the national youth championships. Sigh..."
As she spoke, she sighed, still somewhat melancholic, "Unfortunately, after a love failure, my brother gained weight within a year and became a 200-pound fatso, struggling even to kill a chicken."
"..." Liu Zhizhong was speechless, shaking his head before saying, "Love is deadly! When you're happy, you're ecstatic to death; when you're sad, you're sad to death!"
Fang Wenxin laughed, "Right! You're pretty funny, and very accurate."
"So has your brother lost weight now?"
"He slimmed down a long time ago, losing weight a year after becoming a recluse."
"Well, that's good. With a martial arts foundation from childhood, it should be easier to slim down. And you, look at how well you've maintained your figure, tsk tsk tsk..."
As Liu Zhizhong looked her up and down, Fang Wenxin raised her delicate fist again, "Don't look at Sister like that, I'm not that easy to mess with!"
Liu Zhizhong nodded solemnly, "I don't intend to mess with you, and I wouldn't dare to! It's just..."
As he slowly walked along the path, breathing in the fragrant pines and cypresses, basking in the different kind of cool tranquility of the woods, he continued, "As a young lady of a great family, with such a noble status and identity, aren't you afraid of safety issues when you're out alone all the time? After all, you are legendarily beautiful, and your physique is so dominating, not every man has the self-awareness and sense that I do. What if you encounter a bad guy? Even if your martial arts skills are high, what will you do if you run into thugs with knives?"
Seeing his earnestness, Xiang Wenxin felt like laughing, but she kept a straight face.
Her expression stern, she said, "What's there to fear? Who could possible devour me?"
"Devour, no, but I'm just worried that..."
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Just then, Xiang Wenxin stylishly flipped her backpack from her back to her chest.
She smoothly slipped her hand into a side pocket of her backpack, which seemed quite deep.
She pulled out a handgun from her backpack and swiftly screwed on a silencer with adept movements.
Liu Zhizhong was still shocked, realizing it was a gun, when the silencer was already attached.
The next second, Xiang Wenxin's gun barrel was pressed against his developed, resilient chest.
Xiang Wenxin looked up proudly, her chin raised, and playfully pursed her lips, saying, "Picture this, 'tough guy.' If you were a bad man looking to take advantage of me, at this moment, how would you respond?"
Liu Zhizhong paused, startled, but quickly laughed, "Do you really want to know how I would respond?"
He was secretly annoyed, as it wasn't the first time he'd had a gun pointed at him.
At the Qian Family Mansion, the mysterious beauty's female bodyguard had done just that, very adeptly, with an equally cold gun barrel.
Xiang Wenxin nodded, "Of course, I want to hear it! Aren't you good at talking?"
Suddenly, Liu Zhizhong made his move, grabbed Xiang Wenxin's gun-handling hand, twisted slightly, and she immediately flinched in pain.
The next second, Liu Zhizhong had the gun in his hand and then mockingly pulled the trigger against his own temple...