Xu Mu watched the group rushing toward them—some hadn't even arrived yet but were already raising their weapons high.
He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. "Get out of the car! I don't want my ride trashed."
"Aren't you rich? Just buy another one," Jiang Huihui replied lazily.
"I don't like dealing with the paperwork," Xu Mu said as he stepped out of the car.
Seeing him move, Meng Wanyue followed swiftly, stepping in front of him.
"Everyone, what's going on? I don't know you, and I haven't offended anyone. Are you sure you've got the right guy?" Xu Mu asked, keeping his distance from the car.
"You're Xu Mu, right?" the man in front sneered.
"No, I'm from the Feng family," Xu Mu said casually.
"Boss, wrong target—"
"Wrong your ass!" The leader smacked his subordinate on the head. "I've got the photo. Get him! Don't let any of them run!"
Clang, clang, clang!
A dozen men charged toward them.
Jiang Huihui stepped out of the car. If it was just ordinary thugs, she wouldn't even get battle points for it.
Xu Mu immediately backed away behind Meng Wanyue—these small fries were no match for her.
"Manager Xu, leave this to me!" Meng Wanyue said, striding forward.
"Babe, I'd hate to hurt such a pretty face!" one of the thugs laughed as he gripped a steel rod and swung it down hard.
She might be beautiful, but the payout this time was too tempting—one million each, plus another million for whoever fought the hardest. That kind of money could let him live like a king for years.
Wham!
Just as the rod was about to strike Meng Wanyue's head—it stopped. She had caught it effortlessly with one hand.
The thug tried to yank it free—but it was like it had been welded to her palm.
Boom!
Meng Wanyue's kick landed square on his stomach, sending him flying and knocking down four or five others behind him.
Another attacker rushed up with a machete. Meng Wanyue swung the steel rod like a bat.
Crack!
Sparks flew—the machete shattered on impact.
Bang!
Her leg flashed again, striking the man in the waist and hurling him screaming across the ground.
"Wanyue! Behind you!" Xu Mu shouted.
Someone had slipped around behind her, swinging a steel rod at her neck.
"Got it!"
Meng Wanyue turned sharply, swinging her weapon to meet it.
Clang!
The metallic clang rang through the night. The impact made the man's entire arm go numb—his grip failed, while she didn't even flinch.
A monster—she had to be a monster. That was his last thought before everything went dark.
Realizing they couldn't take her head-on, the rest bypassed her and rushed at Xu Mu.
But none of them were fast enough. Within seconds, they were all down.
"Stop!"
A sudden shout broke through the night.
Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue turned to see a masked man holding a knife to Jiang Huihui's neck.
"Xu Mu! Tell your bodyguard to stop—or I'll slit her throat!"
He grinned when they froze. "Xu Mu, this girl's your girlfriend, right?"
"Nope," Xu Mu said, shaking his head.
"Don't play dumb! Kneel, or I'll ruin her pretty face first!" the man barked.
"This…"
"Not kneeling yet?!"
"You can go ahead. We're true love—she can be ugly, I don't mind," Xu Mu said calmly, hands in his pockets.
"You think I won't?!" the man roared, swinging his knife toward her cheek.
"Xu Mu, you're so heartless. Can't you at least pretend to care a little?"
Jiang Huihui caught the blade between two fingers, frowning in annoyance.
The man froze in disbelief, eyes wide. He tried to pull the knife free—but it wouldn't budge.
"Big sis, even if I were gonna care, it'd be for someone else," Xu Mu sighed.
Wham!
Jiang Huihui kicked his knee lightly—the man howled and crumpled to the ground.
"Let's go. You got my hopes up for nothing—hand over that gum I gave you!" she pouted.
She'd thought she was getting a proper fight, but it turned out to be small fry.
"What's the rush?" Xu Mu chuckled.
Before they arrived, he had already sensed someone sitting by a tree off the road.
Now that figure was moving toward them.
In just a few breaths, a man dressed in black with a mask appeared before them.
"That reaction speed and strength—must be a martial artist. As expected of Young Master Xu, to have such a capable bodyguard."
The middle-aged man's tone was calm.
"Since you know she's a martial artist, you still dare show up?" Xu Mu smiled faintly.
"Even among martial artists, there's a hierarchy—some are born to rule."
He stamped his foot.
Crack!
The asphalt beneath him caved in. In a blink, he lunged, his dagger flashing toward Xu Mu's throat.
Bang!
Jiang Huihui appeared in front of Xu Mu, hands still in her pockets, and whipped her leg upward—her kick struck the dagger dead-on.
Swish!
The blade spun away, clattering off the road into the darkness.
With a fierce gleam in her eyes, Jiang Huihui smiled. "You know, attacking civilians is a criminal offense for martial artists."
"Law? That's just a leash for the weak! The strong are the law!"
The man twisted his wrist and lunged again.
"Manager Xu!"
Meng Wanyue yanked Xu Mu back, letting Jiang Huihui take over. Her job was his safety first.
Boom!
Their limbs collided—fist meeting kick—and the air itself thundered from the impact.
The man staggered back several steps, eyes wide in disbelief. He was at the Hidden Force peak, just one step from the Gang Qi Realm, yet her raw power was stronger?
Could she be at an even higher realm?
Hands still in her jacket pockets, Jiang Huihui strode toward him through the night wind. Her loose hair fluttered behind her like a banner, and the pressure rolling off her was suffocating.
Swish! Swish!
The man suddenly raised both hands and hurled two throwing knives straight at her.