Chapter 65

Just as the woman was stubborn and refused to admit defeat, she got up and launched another flurry of flying kicks. Luo Qili swung her arms to block left and right, and out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently saw Zheng Longqing's sullen face, which instantly ignited her jealousy.

She had only intended to make Qiao Yun suffer a bit, but now a fierce light flashed in her eyes. She deliberately left an opening and, lowering her body, she lunged forward with a heavy punch. With a whoosh, it struck Qiao Yun's abdomen with a thud.

The moment she threw the punch, Lin Zixian was suddenly startled. Shaolin Cannon Fist! He never thought a woman would practice such a fiery martial art.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Zixian sprang forward in two quick steps and kicked Luo Qili's arm in mid-air. However, the incident happened too suddenly, and he was a step too late. Although he deflected most of the force with his kick, Qiao Yun was still hit.

Qiao Yun let out a soft cry and spat out a mouthful of blood, flying two meters away.

Luo Qili's vision blurred as a figure darted past, and her arm was seized with intense pain. Her forearm snapped with a crack, and the strange force from her arm forced her to retreat five or six steps.

"Qiao Yun!" Zheng Longqing cried out in alarm, rushing over to catch Qiao Yun as she landed.

"Get lost!" With Lin Zixian's stern shout, a large cap flew toward Zheng Longqing's face.

Zheng Longqing swiped with a claw, breaking through the cap in one move.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Zixian had already caught Qiao Yun around the waist as she landed.

"Eagle Claw Technique!" Lin Zixian glared at Zheng Longqing's claw and sneered, "The Green Dragon Gang really has some tricks up its sleeve."

For so many years, he had never seen authentic Eagle Claw Technique, but Lin Bao had often told him about various martial arts, so he recognized it at first glance. He never thought he would see two genuine martial arts techniques today—Shaolin Cannon Fist and Eagle Claw Technique—both from the Green Dragon Gang, which made him respect the hidden talents in the country.

Seeing Qiao Yun in another man's arms, Zheng Longqing was equally displeased and shouted, "A mere guard dog, daring to embrace the master, let her go."

As he spoke, he pounced, one claw aiming for Lin Zixian's forehead and the other trying to grab Qiao Yun from his arms.

"Insolent thing!" Lin Zixian sneered and kicked out.

Zheng Longqing, who had initially not taken him seriously, was startled by the wind of the kick. He blocked with both claws, but not only did he fail to stop it, he was kicked flying. He used the 'Soaring Eagle' technique to dissipate the force, landing a few meters away and retreating a few steps.

As Lin Zixian kicked, he already drew the gun from his waist, flicked off the safety, and was ready to finish off Zheng Longqing, who was a menace. Zheng Longqing, startled, quickly rushed toward the equipment area, as there was nothing in the spacious room to block bullets except for the equipment.

Just then, the sound of a gun shot came from behind Lin Zixian. Four flying knives shot directly at him and Qiao Yun. Lin Zixian, hearing the wind, reacted swiftly, turning and firing four shots in quick succession, sending the knives flying with sparks.

Luo Qili, who had thrown the knives, was also startled. The speed and accuracy of his reaction and shooting were truly terrifying.

She jumped up, breaking the glass window, and leaped out of the 30-story building, hanging outside the window to hide, fearing that Lin Zixian would shoot at her again. His shooting skills were too frightening.

Unfortunately, the Type 54 pistol only had eight rounds. He had already wasted four on the Jinklan Club owner and another four just now, leaving no more bullets. Lin Zixian quickly holstered the gun, and several shiny cow hair needles sprang from his belt, held between his fingers.

At that moment, the Jinklan Club owner burst in with a group of people, glaring at Lin Zixian and shouting, "Too outrageous, too outrageous! Miss Qiao, what is your bodyguard trying to do? Uh... Miss Qiao, what's wrong with you?"

He noticed the blood at the corner of Qiao Yun's mouth, who was lying weakly in the bodyguard's arms.

"Let's go!" Qiao Yun whispered in Lin Zixian's arms.

Lin Zixian glanced at Zheng Longqing, who was hiding behind the equipment, and sneered, "You're lucky today."

If not for these people barging in, he wouldn't have hesitated to finish off Zheng Longqing and Luo Qili. He put away the cow hair needles, picked up Qiao Yun, walked to the door, put on his cheap leather shoes, and helped Qiao Yun put on her white soft-soled sneakers.

Qiao Yun leaned against him, smelling his masculine scent, her eyes lost in a daze, seemingly enjoying the feeling of being protected. When she was in Lin Zixian's arms earlier, she had seen the four flying knives Luo Qili had thrown before he reacted. It was like magic—four shots, four sparks, and the knives were deflected.

She always thought guns meant killing and bloodshed, but she never imagined they could be used to create such a breathtaking beauty, one that left a deep impression.

Lin Zixian didn't notice her staring at him. After helping her put on her shoes, he carried her out through the crowd.

Zheng Longqing, with a sullen face, walked out, and Luo Qili flipped back in from outside the window. The Jinklan Club owner and the others were startled, not expecting anyone to be hiding outside the high window.

"Slap!" Zheng Longqing slapped Luo Qili's face and shouted, "Are you crazy!"

Luo Qili didn't dodge. After the slap, she slowly raised her hand to touch her face, gritting her teeth, "You've hit me for her a second time. I'll remember both times, and the harder you hit, the happier I am."

"You're utterly unreasonable! From today on, I no longer need your protection. Get lost!" Zheng Longqing, with a livid face, stormed off, losing his usual gentlemanly demeanor.

"I don't need to take orders from you. It's not your place to decide at home." Luo Qili shouted back at his retreating figure.

Downstairs, Lin Zixian placed Qiao Yun in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt. Qiao Yun remained silent, lying there, as she was injured and wouldn't normally act this way.

Then Lin Zixian picked up a few stones and smashed Zheng Longqing's Maybach, making a loud noise before clapping his hands and getting into the car. Qiao Yun looked at him speechlessly, realizing he was a real scoundrel, not even pretending to be a gentleman in front of a woman, always picking on someone's car.

On the way back, Lin Zixian, looking at her listless state, smiled bitterly and said, "Qiao Boss, with your three moves, you dare to be so competitive, it's just asking for trouble, isn't it?"

Qiao Yun, looking out the window, slowly replied, "Your skills seem pretty good."

"Seem? My skills are good, at least good enough to scare Zheng Longqing into running away. Otherwise, your father wouldn't have hired me to protect you," Lin Zixian said sarcastically.

"I won't go to the taekwondo gym anymore. Teach me your skills, and I'll pay you. Name your price," Qiao Yun said firmly.

Lin Zixian shook his head, realizing she was far less refined in her dealings than her father, treating everything like a business transaction, with no sense of sentiment. He sighed, "Qiao Boss, many things in life can't be measured by money or handled like business. Besides, even if I were to teach you, you've missed the best time to practice. Forcing yourself to learn advanced techniques now would only harm your body."

"Do you mean I'm old?" Qiao Yun turned to look at his reaction.

Calling a woman old is asking for trouble! Lin Zixian shook his head, "That's not what I mean. True martial artists start training from a young age, at least from three years old. Children have not yet lost their innate energy, and any damage from training can be self-repaired, laying a good foundation. As adults, your bones and organs are fully developed and fixed. Forcing yourself to train now would only cause serious injuries, which would be unbearable in old age. Forget it, you wouldn't understand. Just continue practicing taekwondo; it's still good for fitness."

Qiao Yun pursed her lips and said nothing. If he wasn't willing to teach, so be it. She wouldn't beg.

When they returned to the Qiao family's villa on the hill, the entire family was in an uproar when Lin Zixian carried Qiao Yun out of the car. Xiao Hua was completely panicked, and Qiao Antian kept asking what had happened.

Under the family's guidance, Lin Zixian placed Qiao Yun on her bed and briefly recounted the events.

With Qiao Yun present, he didn't overly defame Zheng Longqing but still emphasized his faults to Xiao Hua, of course, not forgetting to mention his heroic rescue.

Sure enough, Xiao Hua kept complaining about Zheng Longqing and then thanked him.

Lin Zixian felt a bit more balanced. Looking around, it was his first time in Qiao Yun's room, which was surprisingly simple and plain. If not for the women's personal items, it wouldn't look like a woman's room at all.

He found paper and pen in Qiao Yun's room, quickly wrote down a traditional Chinese medicine prescription, and handed it to Qiao Antian, "Qiao Boss's condition isn't serious, just some internal injuries and possibly some blood clots. Follow this prescription to get the medicine, boil it, and feed it to her. There will be blood in her stool, but it's just the clotted blood, no need to panic. Take the medicine for a week and rest in bed. Don't go to work, and avoid strenuous activities for a month."

After giving the instructions, he left.

But how could Xiao Hua believe a man who was neither a doctor, a bodyguard, nor a driver? She insisted on calling a doctor for a check-up.

Qiao Yun, lying in bed, suddenly spoke, "Just do as he said."