Wang Yan and Su Yamo were chasing that sports car, but were blocked by dozens of thugs. In this brief delay, the car had already turned a corner, sped onto the road, and disappeared after a few engine roars.
Wang Yan wanted to fly after it, but with so many eyes watching, he didn't want to reveal the Power of Demon Patterns, so he stopped.
Su Yamo saw the car escape and realized she couldn't catch it, so she stomped her feet in anger, fuming with rage as she stared at the thugs surrounding her.
Thugs surrounded them, their numbers growing until there were over a hundred, trapping Wang Yan and Su Yamo like a pack of cats eyeing a mouse.
Seeing Su Yamo's fury, the thugs showed no fear; instead, their faces were filled with mocking smiles.
"Heh heh, the chick's actually mad."
"But she's pretty, isn't she? Wonder how her figure is?"
"That's easy, just drag her over and strip her down to see."
Over a hundred thugs stood there, laughing, watching Wang Yan and Su Yamo as if they were pieces of meat on a chopping block.
Su Yamo was already filled with rage; she couldn't take such provocation anymore and roared furiously, "You bastards, don't you know who I am?"
With that, Su Yamo charged forward, instantly reaching the young man who suggested stripping her down.
The young man had long hair draped over his shoulders, trying to look stylish, yet oblivious to the dandruff on his shoulders like a dusting of snow.
When Su Yamo rushed over, the long-haired man was momentarily stunned, then laughed loudly, "Hahaha, coming at me, are ya? Let me have some fun first..."
However, before he could finish, Su Yamo launched a kick, striking between the man's legs.
The long-haired man never expected Su Yamo to strike so quickly, no, so viciously. The pain was sharp and intense, agonizing.
The long-haired man screamed in pain, sounding like a dying pig, his legs clamping together as he bent over in agony. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt
He was taller than Su Yamo, and as he bent, his head came down to her level.
Su Yamo grabbed his long hair, yanked him down, and drove her knee into his nose.
The long-haired man grunted, collapsing to the ground, his nose crooked, blood streaming down.
Su Yamo jumped high, landing with a heavy stomp right on the man again.
Her foot landed once more on the same spot between the man's legs.
The man's screams faded after the second hit, his eyes rolling back, only able to make choking sounds in his throat.
Two stomps were enough to end the man's life.
Yet Su Yamo didn't stop; she stood beside him, repeatedly kicking towards his groin.
With each kick, she cursed, "Bastard, you dare piss me off? Wish to die earlier? Open your eyes and see who I am!"
Every kick landed on the same spot.
The remaining whispers from the man's throat gradually faded to silence.
With each stomp, the man's eyes rolled further back, and he spat out white foam like a fountain.
Soon, his chest and chin were covered in white froth.
The previously laughing thugs fell silent.
Despite their numbers, the silence was so complete a pin drop could be heard, only broken by the gulps and heavy breaths of a hundred men.
Even Wang Yan couldn't help but swallow, thinking, "So this is her true power, truly terrifying."
Su Yamo stomped down dozens of times, leaving everyone stunned, having nearly beaten the man's groin to pulp.
After so many kicks, when Su Yamo finally grew tired, she stopped. Seeing the man lying with rolled-back eyes and foam-covered mouth, she cursed, "Open your eyes and see me, next time I'll shove your head up your ass!"
She gave an angry snort and glared at the surrounding thugs.
Su Yamo's icy gaze chilled like two Ice Cones, striking fear into anyone it landed upon, making them imagine the mentioned threat as reality.
Feeling relieved, Su Yamo turned to Wang Yan, proudly saying, "See, whoever messes with me meets this fate."
Wang Yan flinched, feeling her fierce aura engulf him entirely.
Seeing Wang Yan's fear, Su Yamo felt even more pleased.
At that moment, a voice shrieked from the gang, "I recognize her! She's... she's Su Yamo!"
This name sent shivers through the crowd, all eyes turning to Su Yamo.
"Is she really Su... Su Yamo?"
One shouted, "She's the one! She caught three of my brothers."
Another yelled, "She caught my big brother too."
Amid the murmurings, once they recognized Su Yamo, fear spread, and they edged away.
Seeing this, Su Yamo felt even more pleased. She glanced back at Wang Yan, saying, "So, you need me to protect you, man? Let's go."
With that, she intended to leave.
Suddenly, a cold voice broke from the crowd, "I've heard Su Yamo is no longer a cop but a wanted criminal."
The retreating thugs froze, turning towards the voice, asking, "Who said that?"
A thug pointed to the wall, "Are you all blind? The paper's right there!"
Everyone looked to where he pointed, seeing a paper with bold letters: "Wanted Poster!"