172: Chapter 172 Some clueless thugs are harassing her? The Empress draws her sword.

The Tattooed Man watched Jiang Chen retreat and chuckled.

The cigarette butt dangling from his mouth wobbled, and the wrinkles on his face were filled with disdain.

"You know what's good for you."

He sneered, blowing a smoke ring toward Jiang Chen's back. "A pretty boy is just a pretty boy. No matter how well you dress, when trouble hits, you're still just a coward."

In his eyes, Jiang Chen's retreat was an admission of cowardice.

It was handing his girlfriend over on a silver platter.

"Hey beauty, see that?"

The Tattooed Man turned his head, his murky eyes greedily fixed on Jiang Wanqiu. His gaze crawled over her long legs, clad in white socks, like a slug:

"What's the point of following a weakling like that?"

"Can't even protect his own woman, tsk tsk tsk."

He rubbed his fingers together, black grime embedded under his fingernails, and closed in on Jiang Wanqiu step by step:

"Come, come with me, big brother."

"Big brother will teach you what a real man is."

As he spoke, his filthy hand reached out without hesitation toward Jiang Wanqiu's fair, delicate chin.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The onlookers held their breath; some covered their mouths, while others indignantly pulled out their phones, preparing to call the police.

In everyone's eyes, this was a classic scene of a "bully harassing a respectable woman."

The pretty girl wearing the JK uniform, who looked so delicate and weak, was about to suffer in the next second.

However.

No one noticed.

Jiang Wanqiu's eyes changed.

Those red eyes, which had originally held a trace of confusion about the "rules of the God Realm," completely lost all warmth the moment that dirty hand reached out.

Deep within her pupils, the genetic lock that symbolized the highest combat power of the Wasteland opened silently.

In her field of vision.

The man before her, reeking of cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol, was no longer a living being.

But a piece of walking carrion.

A mutated cockroach that didn't know its place, daring to stretch its claws toward a servant of the gods.

"Death wish."

Jiang Wanqiu's lips moved slightly, spitting out two words devoid of any emotion.

Her right hand had already reached for the high-frequency vibration dagger at her waist.

That was the lethal weapon she had used to slay countless S-rank beast kings in the Wasteland.

As long as she pulled it out.

0.01 seconds.

The man before her would be decapitated, the cut so smooth that not even blood would spray out.

However.

Just as her fingers hooked onto the hilt.

Jiang Chen's helpless instruction from moments ago echoed in her ears:

"Just don't kill him, do whatever you want."

"Don't kill him..."

Jiang Wanqiu frowned, appearing to find this requirement somewhat tricky.

For her, killing was as simple as breathing.

But to "beat without killing," especially when facing an Earthling as fragile as paper, was harder than making her do embroidery!

"What a hassle."

Jiang Wanqiu sighed and let go of the dagger.

Since she couldn't use the blade.

Then... she would use her foot.

"Hey beauty, what are you muttering about?"

The Tattooed Man's fingers were less than ten centimeters from her cheek, a lewd grin plastered on his face. "Shy? Don't be afraid, big brother is very gentle..."

"Gentle your ass!"

A cold shout rang out like a thunderclap on flat ground.

Jiang Wanqiu's body leaned back sharply, her silver hair tracing a sharp arc in the air.

Immediately after.

Her long, straight right leg, with thigh muscles bound by black tactical straps, exploded outward like a spring compressed to its limit.

"Boom!"

A dull thud like a sonic boom.

That dainty-looking foot, clad in a small black leather shoe, transformed into a black afterimage invisible to the naked eye.

Too fast.

So fast that the lewd grin on the Tattooed Man's face hadn't even faded.

So fast that the onlookers' gasps were still stuck in their throats.

That kick landed solidly and accurately on the Tattooed Man's lower abdomen.

"Bang—!!!"

A deafeningly dull sound, like a hammer slamming into a piece of rotten meat.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

The Tattooed Man's eyeballs bulged instantly, his eye sockets threatening to split.

His mouth opened into an O-shape, and a mouthful of yellow teeth mixed with blood and the cigarette butt he'd just been smoking sprayed out.

His previously somewhat flat abdomen instantly caved inward in a terrifying arc, his spine even emitting a teeth-grinding "crack" sound.

Then.

Takeoff.

That grown man, weighing over a hundred jin, was like a cannonball fired from a heavy artillery piece.

"Whoosh—"

His feet left the ground, his body stretched into a straight line in the air, flying backward with a whistling wind.

One meter.

Five meters.

Ten meters!

He flew over the heads of his dumbfounded lackeys.

Flew past the screaming, dodging onlookers.

Finally, under everyone's incredulous gaze, he slammed violently into a vehicle parked ten meters away waiting to withdraw cash—

An armored cash transport truck.

"Clang!!!"

A deafening metallic clang echoed across the entire mall plaza.

That armored transport truck, claimed to be bulletproof, explosion-proof, and weighing several tons, was actually rocked violently by this "human cannonball," its tires lifting half an inch off the ground!

A human-shaped dent was forcibly smashed into the thick bulletproof steel plating of the truck.

The Tattooed Man was embedded in the truck body like a sticker.

His whole body twitched, eyes rolling back, white foam spilling from his mouth. Without even letting out a scream, he slid down limply and collapsed on the ground, motionless.

Dead silence.

The previously noisy mall entrance was now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The few lackeys who were with the Tattooed Man dropped their cigarettes, not even reacting when they burned their feet.

They looked at their boss in the distance, whose fate was unknown.

Then they looked back at the silver-haired girl who still maintained her high-kick pose, skirt fluttering, with an indifferent expression.

Everyone was questioning reality.

This...

Is this special effects?

Is this filming a movie?

With a kick like that, let alone a person, even a cow would die, right?!

"Phew..."

Jiang Wanqiu slowly retracted her leg and elegantly straightened her slightly disheveled pleated skirt.

She didn't look at the trash that had flown away.

Instead, she turned her head to look at Jiang Chen, who was standing to the side, covering his face with his hand, wearing an expression that said, "I knew this would happen."

"Father God."

Jiang Wanqiu tilted her head, a glimmer of seeking praise flashing in her red eyes, her voice soft and sweet:

"The force was controlled just right."

"Three ribs broken, slight internal organ rupture, level two concussion."

"But..."

She paused, assuring him with a serious face:

"Definitely not dead."

"Wanqiu... is very obedient, right?"

Through his fingers, Jiang Chen looked at the human-shaped dent embedded in the cash transport truck, then at the onlookers who seemed petrified, and the armed guards who had already placed their hands on their holsters.

He took a deep breath, feeling a severe headache.

Obedient?

She was indeed obedient.

She really didn't kill him.

But with that kick of yours...

You smashed the damn cash transport truck!

"Wanqiu..."

Jiang Chen lowered his hand, revealing a smile uglier than crying, and pointed at the armed guard who was rushing over in a panic, holding a shotgun:

"Although that kick was very cool."

"But..."

"We seem to have trouble."

"Big trouble."