Chapter 45

After leaving the pharmacist's residence, Song Shuhang arrived at the crisscrossing alleys of Daji Street five minutes later.

Then, he blinked and gazed at the scene before him, which was both familiar and strange.

About ten meters in front of him, eleven delinquents were gathered together. They had dyed their hair in various colors, wore rows of earrings, nose rings, and lip rings, and had all sorts of strange tattoos on their arms.

For example, there was a tall delinquent who was leaning against the wall, making a wall-hug move with a mischievous smile on his face. On his arm, there was a tattoo of a cute little yellow duck.

The one being wall-hugged by the little yellow duck delinquent was a short-haired beauty.

She was about 1.5 meters tall, with short hair and a pretty face even without makeup, making her look like a high school student due to her petite figure.

She was both cute and beautiful.

At that moment, the short-haired girl was leaning against the wall, her face expressionless, her eyes filled with coldness.

"Beautiful lady, are you feeling lonely here all by yourself?"

"Want to play with us a bit?"

"It's free, all kinds of fun."

"It'll feel good, you know."

"We'll play with you, too."

"There's a nice little shop nearby, not far at all. You'll want to play again after you play."

Various teasing and provocation.

Not only was the scene familiar, but even the lines were incredibly familiar! Nowadays, do delinquents rehearse their lines before they tease good girls, just like how in ancient times, bandits had to shout, 'This mountain is mine, this tree is mine. If you want to pass, leave your money'?

Song Shuhang sighed and rubbed his temples.

As a good young man, he couldn't just ignore such a scene. Although... the short-haired, cute girl wouldn't thank him afterward and might even say he was meddling.

But he still decided to help the girl—because it was just a small effort.

That's why Song Shuhang should have been overwhelmed by the "good person card" long ago.

Shuhang clenched his fists and strode forward.

At that moment, the short-haired girl also saw him.

The cold-faced girl, upon seeing Shuhang, finally couldn't maintain her icy expression. Her lips twitched—these days, there were still people who loved to meddle.

"Annoying," the short-haired girl said softly.

"Hey? What did the beautiful lady say? Are you going to agree with us?" The little yellow duck delinquent grinned, maintaining his wall-hug move while reaching out to touch the short-haired girl's face.

The short-haired girl snorted, then suddenly extended her arms, which had been crossed, and swiftly grabbed the little yellow duck delinquent's head, pulling it close to hers.

This move? Is she going to kiss him? What a passionate girl! The little yellow duck delinquent was delighted, puckering his thick lips, drooling, and preparing to taste the cool lips of the pretty girl.

Then... nothing happened.

A dull thud.

The little yellow duck delinquent felt a sharp pain on his forehead, as if hit by a hammer. His vision went black, and he lost consciousness. He could vaguely feel a liquid flowing from his nose, probably due to the heavy blow to his head.

The short-haired girl remained cold, knocking out the little yellow duck delinquent with a headbutt and then tossing him aside like trash.

Immobile, she was like an iceberg; when she moved, she was incredibly fierce. A headbutt was a rare attack, even in fights between men, unless one was very confident in the hardness of their head—otherwise, it usually resulted in mutual injury.

The girl looked at Song Shuhang provocatively, her lips curling up.

"AHuang, damn it, AHuang is down! Don't die, AHuang!"

"Filthy bitch! You'll pay for this!"

"Brothers, we'll show you what it means to be in heaven on earth!" The ten delinquents behind her roared, their faces twisted in anger as they surrounded the short-haired girl.

The short-haired girl snorted, clenched her fists in front of her, and spread her long legs into a horse stance.

Her fluid movements were both beautiful and cool.

Cool!

To the untrained eye, it was just a show, but to the trained eye, it revealed the short-haired girl's solid foundation, indicating she was a trained fighter.

Unfortunately, Song Shuhang and the delinquents were all genuine amateurs, only feeling that the girl's movements were incredibly cool.

"Ha!" The short-haired girl's fist moved like lightning, her body leaning forward, and her delicate fist hit the chin of the delinquent in front of her like a rocket.

This cute little fist, in general, would only cause a bit of pain even if it hit someone's chin with full force. However, the delinquent who was hit flew up, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air, and then landed heavily on the ground.

The delinquents' pupils contracted, and they all froze, their mouths wide open—impossible, how could such a cute girl deliver such a terrifying punch?

They froze, but the short-haired girl didn't stop. She twisted her left foot, lifted her right leg, and delivered a powerful kick, knocking down the delinquent on the right side, and then stepped on him.

Using this step as leverage, she twisted her waist, and her legs clamped around the neck of another delinquent, spinning her body like a snake and throwing him away...

Was this a pitiful girl being wall-hugged? This was a human killing machine, every part of her body a weapon, capable of explosive attacks!

Even more inhuman, this human killing machine was in "invincible mode"!

...

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In just over ten seconds, the eleven delinquents were all down, lying on the ground in pain.

The short-haired girl patted the non-existent dust off her tight pants, then looked at Song Shuhang, tilting her head at a 45-degree angle and snorted.

Then the short-haired girl turned around and left, strutting proudly like a rooster.

Song Shuhang pinched his chin and nodded seriously, "So, I really was meddling, no wonder she was angry."

Then he whispered, "But, to think I've seen her being wall-hugged by delinquents for two consecutive days. Could she have a special talent or constitution for being wall-hugged by delinquents?"

In the distance, the proud short-haired girl suddenly froze, her lips twitching, and then she quickly left.

After the girl was gone, Song Shuhang squatted next to the delinquents, poking the little yellow duck delinquent with his finger.

The little yellow duck delinquent groaned in pain, good, he was still alive.

"Good, you're not dead," Song Shuhang nodded in relief and left with ease...

He wasn't a complete good person, and since the delinquents wouldn't die, he didn't bother to call an ambulance for them.

Let them lie on the ground for a while, gain some experience. Use their bodies to remember: don't tease every pretty girl you see!

Who knows, maybe the girl could unleash her "invincible mode" in a moment?

Moreover, Song Shuhang didn't have time to waste on these delinquents—he needed to get back to his dorm to wait for Master Tongxuan's "flying sword message."

Flying sword message, this was a divine skill that only appeared in dreams in the past. Now, it was about to appear before him in reality. What would it look like?

And what would the "Basic Vajra Fist" and "True Self Meditation Sutra" delivered by the flying sword message look like? Would they be in ancient line-bound books? Even older bamboo slips? Or perhaps silk paintings or animal skin scrolls?

Just thinking about it made him feel good.

The only trouble was that his dorm mates might have already returned. Would the flying sword message be inappropriate if they saw it? It wouldn't be easy to explain.

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