The thugs were utterly shocked. They just wanted to put on an act but ended up as wretched victims instead.
This woman was too brutal; her moves were fierce, decisive, and sharp, exuding a genuine queen style.
"I'm Young Master Chen's guy, you guys will regret beating me, don't expect to hang around in Huadu anymore," the blond thug coughed out blood while letting out pig-like, unpleasant howls.
"What bullshit Young Master Chen."
"Young Master Chen is one of Huadu's seven playboys, Chen Yaolong."
Queen Qi of Huadu snorted and stepped on the blond thug's hand.
The guy instantly let out another agonizing scream, extremely upset. This fierce woman actually didn't know about the seven playboys of Huadu—something even ordinary people have heard of at least.
Long Wuhui didn't care if the person lying on the ground was dead or alive or what consequences there might be. He was staring at Queen Qi as if he had found a treasure, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Cough cough, instructor, your gaze is scorching," Lin Hai said awkwardly.
"I'm happy, Lin Lengzi, you're so fortunate to have such a great junior sister. She's fit for both the hall and the kitchen, can beat up hooligans, and even roasts a mean skewer of lamb, tsk tsk."
"..." Lin Hai chose to remain silent.
"Ah, it hurts so much, I will definitely tell Young Master Chen about this, you're all dead," the blond thug's voice rose again, which was because Lin Hai accidentally stepped on the guy's hand too.
"I think as a child you must have been raised on melamine-tainted milk."
Lin Hai looked at the blond thug with a strange expression, thinking that even after getting beaten up badly, he still dared to be so arrogant and bring hatred upon himself. That's practically begging for trouble!
"You just wait, if you have the guts don't leave, I will call Young Master Chen right now," the blond thug said while spitting blood and reaching for his pocket.
As it turned out, he realized his life was a tragedy; his phone had turned into a complete mess during the fall.
"Do you want me to lend you my phone? It'll be five cents a call," Lin Hai blinked.
"Fine, give it here."
"Damn, you definitely were raised on melamine-tainted milk," Lin Hai was feeling frustrated with the blond thug's intelligence.
Long Wuhui limped over to Queen Qi and praised admiringly, "Miss Qi, that was amazing, I'm impressed."
Queen Qi, hearing the praise from the old instructor, was immediately delighted.
"You are my man's instructor, so I must protect you."
Long Wuhui loved to hear such words, nodding continuously, mumbling to himself, "I've saved a little money on the side, I'll get Lin Lengzi to add a bit more, and buy you a wedding ring or something..."
Lin Hai felt like the world was turning dark before his eyes and he wanted to vomit blood. Instructor, what are you trying to do?
"Linlin, uh, there is something I'd like to ask for your help with," Queen Qi's embarrassingly coy voice came through.
"My high heel flew off, could you help me pick it up?" Queen Qi said shyly, her current expression completely ladylike, nothing at all like the violent tomboy.
Lin Hai nodded, but as he was about to turn around, he realized that the instructor had somehow already picked up the high heels and was grinning from ear to ear, handing them to Lin Hai and encouraging him, "Kid, put them on for the girl."
"Want me to put her shoes on?" Lin Hai's eyes widened.
Perhaps young people were not very clear about this, but for someone born in the 80s like him, putting shoes on for a girl was something you only did for your girlfriend or wife.
Isn't this tantamount to admitting that Queen Qi is my girlfriend?
No way, absolutely not. Once I do it, considering Queen Qi's demeanor, she will probably stick to me immediately.
"Ouch, Linlin, my leg cramped, I can't bend down. Could you please help me put on the shoes?"
Queen Qi seized the opportunity to chime in.
"Kid, are you still not going to put the shoes on for her? Her leg cramps are because of you," Long Wuhui chimed in from the side.
Ruoshuang couldn't stand it anymore. This is her brother-in-law, why should he put shoes on for Officer Qi?
"Uh, brother-in-law, you've had it tough, Shuangshuang will help you."
Like an industrious little bee, Ruoshuang ran over and almost snatched the high heels from Lin Hai's hands, slipping them on Queen Qi before she could react.
Queen Qi was stunned. What was this situation? She was happily waiting for Linlin to put shoes on for her. Why did it turn out to be Ruoshuang!
"Damn it, as expected, she's in cahoots with her cousin!"
Queen Qi immediately guessed the reason when she saw a sly look flash across Ruoshuang's clever eyes.
"Sister Qi, let me help you," Ruoshuang said enthusiastically while helping Queen Qi stand steady.
"Ruoshuang is so kind, unlike some men who are heartless," Queen Qi shot Lin Hai a resentful look.
Long Wuhui also glared at Lin Hai with annoyance. Such a good girl not being treated properly—if I weren't lame, I would have beaten you to death.
"Instructor, are we still drinking?" Lin Hai asked, feeling extremely weak and as though he had become the enemy.
"Drink my ass, pack up and let's get the hell out of here. Didn't you hear that kid mention Young Master Chen?" Long Wuhui said irritably.
"Uh, we are not afraid of any Young Master," Lin Hai actually wanted to ask the instructor about who exactly had framed him in the army.
"Even a cripple like me knows about Huadu's seven rich playboys. How the hell have you been getting by? Chen Yaolong, his family is in the medicinal herb business, very wealthy. It's said that his grandfather once treated some top officials in Zhongnanhe, and with decades of connections, they can crush you with a simple phone call," Long Wuhui snorted, internally sighing about how Lin Lengzi still managed to be such a headache, asking whether Young Master Chen could even be offended.
Ten minutes later, the stall was quickly packed up. Lin Hai pushed the barbecue cart, Queen Qi carried a small stool, and Ruoshuang helped Long Wuhui follow behind and leave.
"My apartment is just ahead; you guys can go back when we get to the alley," Long Wuhui said while walking.
"That won't do. Come to my place tonight." Lin Hai shook his head. He planned to bring the old instructor into Youming Ya Group, and at the very least train Ren Bingfei and Fan Jian's group of security guards, which would definitely improve their combat effectiveness drastically.
Meanwhile, behind Lin Hai and the group, in a dark corner, a frail-looking, skinny man was stealthily following them, occasionally speaking into a headset, "Master Qiu Yu, now's a good chance. Should we make a move?"
"Do it. No matter what Lin Hai's identity is, since he knows King Yan, we must teach him a lesson. But remember not to kill him!" Master Qiu Yu's voice, still harboring resentment, came through the earpiece.
"Master Qiu, rest assured, this Lin Hai is just cannon fodder at best. I'll beat him so badly, not even his mom will recognize him, heh heh!"