The onlookers even forgot to breathe, staring blankly at this unbelievable scene. Two slender girls had easily defeated over twenty people with their bare hands; even TV dramas wouldn't dare to film it this way.
Only Li Si and Cheng Mingliang remained unharmed. They had thought victory was in their grasp, as it was twenty against two young girls who didn't look like they had much combat power. Believing the advantage was theirs, they had long since helped Cheng Yang into the BMW.
Even Cheng Yang himself was already planning how to torture Su Ci and the other girl until they wished they were dead. A cruel smile couldn't help but tug at the corner of his mouth. Unfortunately, he couldn't see that the lackeys Cheng Mingliang brought were all collapsed on the ground.
He only heard Li Si let out a startled cry: "Holy shit!"
The shock on Cheng Mingliang's face flashed and vanished, replaced by indignation: "Dammit, what a bunch of useless trash! They can't even subdue two little girls."
Jiang Su looked through the glass at the three people in the car, her gaze soul-piercing.
Li Si's heart trembled, and he shuddered: "Bo-Boss, what should we do next? Should we call more brothers over?"
"Useless! Of course we go to the hospital to save my son first. Revenge is a dish best served cold; once this is over, I'll find those two even if I have to flip Sea City upside down."
Receiving the command, Li Si floored the gas and turned the steering wheel, wanting to get away from this place of trouble.
Seeing this, Jiang Su stomped one foot and blocked the path of the BMW.
Li Si swallowed hard and turned back to ask: "Boss, what do we do?"
"What do we do?! You useless trash, run her over of course! A bunch of people who don't know the height of the heavens—even if she's powerful, can she really block our car with her physical body?"
A flash of ruthlessness crossed Cheng Mingliang's eyes: "There's a path to heaven she won't take, so we'll just have to send her to hell. Grind her into a meat patty for me!"
Li Si no longer hesitated and floored the accelerator, charging toward Jiang Su.
Except for Su Ci, the hearts of everyone present, whether the audience or the plainclothes officers, couldn't help but leap into their throats.
In just an instant, the BMW's engine roared as it lunged at Jiang Su. Jiang Su had no intention of dodging; she took a step back with one foot, clenched her right hand into a fist, found the right timing and angle, and threw a punch.
The wind from her fist collided with the momentum of the incoming BMW. The punch smashed directly into the bumper, causing the entire front of the car to cave in. The vehicle lost all power and was forced to a stop.
The onlookers' eyes bulged, their jaws nearly hitting the ground, as they rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
Jiang Su's figure didn't retreat an inch under the BMW's impact; only the kicked-up dust soiled her clothes.
A chorus of "Holy shit" rang out. The scene before them was simply too ridiculous; they all wondered if they were hallucinating. Was this something a human could achieve with their physical body in reality?!
If it were them, they probably would never see tomorrow's sun.
Only Su Ci understood the strength of an Ancient Martial Artist at the Dark Strength stage better than most people present.
Calculating by the attribute points given by the system, an Ancient Martial Artist at the Ming Jin stage needs 5 free attribute points to raise a minor realm, while going from Peak Ming Jin to the Initial stage of Dark Strength requires 15. The gap in strength was self-evident.
There are examples of ordinary people pulling cars; given a constitution several times that of an ordinary person, combined with the power-delivery techniques of their cultivation methods, a Dark Strength Ancient Martial Artist is fully capable of confronting a car that has just started moving.
Inside the BMW, the airbags had deployed. Li Si, in the driver's seat, had his head split open; blood flowed out in gulps, and he had fainted.
Although Cheng Mingliang and Cheng Yang in the back seat were not injured, they were completely dazed and didn't know which way was north.
The car door opened, and Jiang Su grabbed Cheng Mingliang by the collar, lifting him like a little chick before Su Ci. She tossed him onto the ground and stood by Su Ci's side.
Su Ci patted Cheng Mingliang's greasy, fat face with the club in her hand: "President Cheng, can we sit down and have a proper talk now?"
The cold sensation jolted Cheng Mingliang awake. His eyes were no longer filled with lust or malice, but only with doubt about his life.
He seriously doubted that the person in front of him was human at all; she was practically a superman. Who uses their physical body to tank a car? The key was that the car was the one that got wrecked.
Seeing that Cheng Mingliang remained silent, she raised the club as if to strike: "It seems you're not awake yet."
Cheng Mingliang closed his eyes in fear and hurriedly spoke: "Wait... wait!"
He was terrified that in the next second, Su Ci would greet his head with a club, which would cost him half his life.
Su Ci actually stopped her next move.
Cheng Mingliang's face turned bitter as he gritted his teeth and spoke: "Miss, how much money do you want to let us go? As long as the price is reasonable, I'm willing to pay."
"The development rights for that plot of land in the West of the City," Su Ci said, still speaking bluntly.
Cheng Mingliang shook his head immediately: "Impossible."
"Hmm?!" Su Ci's gaze narrowed as she said eerily, "I am only informing you; I am not seeking your consent."
Cheng Mingliang waved his hands in a panic: "Grandmother, it's not that I don't want to give it, but the development rights for that land aren't held by me. They're held by the higher-ups. I'm just a contractor and only hold forty-six percent of the usage rights. I really can't give it to you even if I wanted to."
His tone carried three parts sincerity, three parts helplessness, three parts pleading, and one part reluctance.
He looked as if he truly wanted to give it to Su Ci but was forced by circumstances to be unable to hand it over.
In his heart, however, he felt a trace of disdain. This little girl who hadn't seen the world didn't even know this bit of common sense.
He had spent a great deal to obtain the development rights for the West of the City, begging everyone he could. Just the startup had cost him most of his assets and numerous bank loans. He was counting on this land to let them leap into the circles of the elite; how could he just hand it over?
Fortunately, the development of the west was a joint investment with relevant departments. Without their consent, it was fundamentally impossible to take over directly from him... (PS: I've checked some data, and there are some differences from reality; just treat it as the setting of this world.)
Buzz, buzz, buzz!!!
The phone in Cheng Mingliang's pocket rang inappropriately. Fearing that any slight movement would anger Su Ci, his right hand reached into his pocket, intending to hang up.
A straight shadow blocked some of the light and stopped Cheng Mingliang's movement. Looking up, he saw Su Ci pointing her iron club at the space between his eyebrows, as if the club would pierce his forehead if he made another move: "Don't, please don't! I won't do anything."
Su Ci didn't care about Cheng Mingliang's feelings. She raised her right hand to check the time and muttered to herself: "It's time."
"What?"
Su Ci didn't care about Cheng Mingliang's confusion. She nudged him with the club: "Answer the phone."
"Ah!"
Cheng Mingliang was stunned. Was this girl in front of him so stupid as to give him the chance to answer the phone? Wasn't she afraid he'd call another group of people over?
When he met Jiang Su's icy gaze, the little schemes in his heart vanished. With his current strength, he truly didn't have anyone who could compete with Jiang Su.
Su Ci wasn't a mind reader. Seeing him dazed and not knowing what he was thinking, she directly slapped Cheng Mingliang's face with the club to wake him up: "Are your ears just for decoration? I told you to answer the phone."