Chapter 511: Women Who Shattered Their Worldview
Hawk and his foreign companions stared with their mouths agape, jaws practically on the floor.
These weren’t the Chinese gangsters they’d imagined at all!
Instead of the domineering aura of foreign crime syndicates, they looked like a troupe of ridiculous clowns.
“FUCK! You idiots! What are you standing around for? Get them!”
Hawk finally snapped out of it, roaring at the remaining thugs who were equally stunned.
The gangsters shook off their daze. Though their boss looked ridiculous, they were getting paid to do a job, so they gritted their teeth and charged.
The battle officially began!
What followed shattered Su Mansu’s perception of these three girls who were close to her own age.
Liu Yutong stood barefoot, gripping a wooden stick she’d picked up at random, ready for combat.
When one thug rushed at her, she simply sidestepped slightly and thrust the stick forward, striking his armpit with pinpoint accuracy.
“Argh!”
The thug froze as if electrocuted. Before he could recover, Liu Yutong smashed the stick across his face, dropping him to the ground.
With a flick of her wrist, she spun the stick backward, jabbing it squarely into the belly button of another thug trying to sneak up behind her.
“Ugh!”
The thug doubled over like a shrimp, clutching his stomach and collapsing to his knees, gasping for air.
Meanwhile, Lan Die stayed by Liu Yutong’s side, protecting her from any threats.
Where Liu Yutong’s style was casual and precise, Lan Die’s approach was brutally bloody.
Armed with another dagger, she met the charging thugs head-on. Her combat style was simple and direct—no wasted movements, every strike disabling a thug.
Some had their wrist tendons severed; others clutched their bleeding arms, wailing as they crumpled to the ground.
Compared to them, Yu Xin’s side of things was almost cheerful.
She was the busiest fighter on the field, specializing in low blows and unconventional targets.
Her extendable baton became an extension of her flair.
“Watch me play Whack-a-Mole!”
Yu Xin shouted, striking ankles and the sides of knees with rapid-fire baton swings.
“Argh! My kneecap!”
“My foot’s numb! It’s numb!”
“Ow, ow, hurts, hurts…”
One thug tried to grab her from the side while she wasn’t looking. Yu Xin dropped low and slid—yes, an actual sliding tackle!
Not only did she dodge the sneak attack, but her baton also smacked the thug’s ass on the way past.
“Smack!”
“AHHH!”
The thug clutched his butt and jumped up, landing off-balance and falling squarely on his rear, grimacing in pain.
Yu Xin put a hand on her hip and taunted the would-be attacker, “Nice ass, but it can’t take a hit!”
Then, taking advantage of the lull, she pulled out her phone and pretended to start recording.
“Yo, fam, you won’t believe this. Met some creepy dudes today who insisted on doing the splits on the spot…”
Less than three minutes later, the fight was over.
All six or seven thugs lay on the ground in bizarre positions.
Especially their boss, who had a dagger stuck in his shoulder and had passed out from the pain. Only Hawk and his foreign companions remained, staring dumbfounded at these three Chinese women.
One foreigner couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up: “Chinese kung fu, fucking awesome!!!”
Liu Yutong tossed her stick aside, found a stool, sat down, and put her shoes back on.
Yu Xin, still not satisfied, retracted her baton and clapped her hands mockingly, “Six or seven grown men can’t even take a beating, how boring! Remember to bring more people next time!”
Lan Die had already re-tied her hair. She walked over to the leader, cleanly pulled out her dagger, sheathed it, and returned to Liu Yutong’s side, resuming her silent, cold demeanor.
Su Mansu, who’d watched the whole fight without getting involved, stood with her mouth hanging open. She glanced again at her three companions, then at the toothless thugs on the ground, her mind fixated on one thought.
“Did I join a corporation… or some kind of organization?”
“Are they all this good at fighting?”
As she stood there dazed, Yu Xin walked over: “Mansu-jie, did we scare you? Don’t worry, this was legitimate self-defense—totally legal!”
“Even if we killed them, it’d be fine.”
Su Mansu: “……”
Well, she supposed that was true. When a dozen men try to assault a few women, unlimited self-defense applies. Even without a law degree, she knew that much.
It was just the outcome…
Liu Yutong approached the terrified Hawk.
“Now, do you still need us to kneel and beg you?”
Hawk shuddered, nearly collapsing to his knees himself as he stammered an apology: “NO!NO!SOrry!I’mSOSOrry!”
“……..”
Just as Liu Yutong and the others finished with the thugs and were about to deal with Hawk and his companions,
in a nearby alley,
a group of green-haired punks in matching tight green clothes sat slumped on the ground like stray dogs.
Once they confirmed no one was chasing them, their leader—the one with the Heaven’s Eye tattoo on his forehead—couldn’t help but curse.
“Fuck! Our territory’s gone!”
“Goddamn South City folks, so dishonorable! Brought a hundred men to smash our place, then chased us down.”
“Count them up—how many brothers we got left?”
One exhausted underling finished counting and reported, “Heaven’s Eye Brother… c-counted, less than twenty men.”
“Five or six went down in the brawl, four or five got separated during the chase, and three more ran so hard they’re puking their guts out back there.”
Liu Hao watched his painstakingly built Heaven’s Eye Gang reduced to this and felt sorrow well up inside him.
“What a disaster! My hard-won arcade, gone!”
“One day, I’ll take it back!”
As Liu Hao lamented, a little brother nudged him, pointing toward a food stall entrance not far away.
“Heaven’s Eye Brother! Look over there, there’s another fight going on—and it’s women!”
“Damn! Women fight this fierce now? Took down seven or eight guys.”
“………”
Liu Hao immediately followed his underling’s finger and saw an extraordinary woman standing up after putting her shoes on.
Sure enough, seven or eight moaning thugs lay before her, plus a few foreigners trembling like quails.
What kind of women were these? Fighting so fiercely—female special forces? Professionally trained bodyguards?
But when he saw the lead woman’s profile, he jolted.
“Holy shit! It’s Liu Yutong?!”
Unforgettable memories flooded Liu Hao’s mind.
Back in the day, he’d been the top dog of Wushui County’s internet cafe district, living large.
Then he met Liu Yutong, and his good days ended.
First, she tricked him. Then she taught him a lesson and sent him to the slammer. Later, she even poached all his underlings, leaving him a commander without troops. Finally, he could only flee to Pearl City.
Those days were definitely the darkest of his life in the underworld.
“Enemies meet on a narrow road…”
Liu Hao rubbed his chin, staring fixedly at Liu Yutong, his mind starting to turn.
They’d just finished a fight. Though they looked fine, they must be tired. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for revenge!
Most importantly, that monster bodyguard Yun Cheng wasn’t there!
The advantage was his!