54: You bitch, die! I want you dead!

Zhang Biao was interrupted by her repeatedly; his chest heaved violently as his anger surged again.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing it once more, and smiled through gritted teeth.

"Want to take Qin Yu away?"

"Simple."

"First, immediately drop the lawsuit against Zhang Yang. As for the second..."

Before he could state his second condition, Lei Jun interrupted him again.

"It's impossible for me to drop the lawsuit, so there's no need to mention your second condition."

Boom!

Zhang Biao felt something explode in his mind.

Anger!

Extreme anger!

He, Zhang Biao, had been in Long City for so many years; who didn't politely call him "Brother Biao" when they saw him?

This bitch Lei Jun had repeatedly disrespected him, ignored his handshake, interrupted his speech, and now even directly rejected his conditions!

Damn it!

Did she really think Zhang Biao was a pushover?

Did he not have any pride?

He suddenly looked up, glancing around at his twenty-odd men who were raring to go, then looked at the two seemingly frail women opposite him.

The advantage is mine!

This thought made him instantly lose all his feigned patience.

Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!

Then don't blame me for using force!

All the hypocritical smiles on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a sneer.

"You bitch, I gave you face, didn't I!"

He reached out and grabbed violently at Lei Jun's hair.

He planned to teach Lei Jun a lesson first by grabbing her hair and slapping her hard a few times.

At the moment Zhang Biao's hand was about to touch Lei Jun's hair, Lei Ying, who had been standing silently like a shadow behind Lei Jun, moved.

Lei Ying's heart was filled with rage.

Zhang Biao dared to insult her master like this; it was something she absolutely could not tolerate.

In her core programming, protecting the host's safety and maintaining the host's dignity were the highest principles; Zhang Biao's actions had already crossed her bottom line.

Driven by rage, Lei Ying's movements were as fast as lightning.

Sidestepping, lifting her leg, and kicking—with a whistle that tore through the air, she struck second but arrived first, kicking Zhang Biao hard in the abdomen.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Biao felt an utterly irresistible and terrifying force from his abdomen, as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed hundred-ton truck.

His internal organs shifted instantly, and intense pain swept through every nerve ending in his body like a tide.

His vision went dark, a sweet taste filled his throat, and he almost vomited on the spot.

Internal... internal organs... they're about to shatter!

This woman... what kind of monster is she?

How can she be so strong?

Looking at Zhang Biao's painful expression, Lei Jun's anger did not dissipate.

Instead, it grew even stronger because of his foul insults and his attempt to strike her.

Scum!

She walked up to Zhang Biao step by step, reached out to grab his hair, and forced him to look up.

Looking at his distorted face, Lei Jun swung her other arm and, with all her strength, slapped him hard back and forth!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The loud sounds of slaps echoed in the empty warehouse.

Lei Jun slapped Zhang Biao's mouth crooked, drawing blood.

Lei Jun shook her numbed hand, still feeling unsatisfied.

She looked at Lei Ying: "Give him another kick."

Without hesitation, Lei Ying raised her leg again.

With a muffled bang, Zhang Biao was sent rolling across the ground twice by the kick.

Collapsing on the ground, he had no strength left to even crawl, only able to let out intermittent groans.

He's dying... he's going to die... Lei Jun still didn't feel appeased.

She walked forward, lifted her foot, and slammed her high heel onto Zhang Biao's face, trampling him ruthlessly.

Zhang Biao felt humiliation.

Endless humiliation!

He struggled violently, but because of the intense pain, he had no strength to do so.

He looked at Lei Jun with venomous hatred.

He, Zhang Biao, was one of the top young masters in Long City; who in Long City wouldn't show him some respect?

Now he was actually being humiliated like this by Lei Jun.

In front of so many lackeys, he was not only having his hair pulled and being slapped by Lei Jun, but was also being ruthlessly stepped on by a woman.

What a great humiliation!

Sustained by intense hatred, he used the last bit of strength squeezed from his lungs to suddenly open his mouth and bite hard at Lei Jun's calf, which was stepping on his face.

He wanted to bite a piece of flesh off this woman.

Seeing that this beast still dared to bite her, Lei Jun's anger intensified, and she kicked Zhang Biao's head directly with force.

Lei Jun kicked in anger, and the force of this kick was immense.

The thin heel of her high heel broke off immediately.

Then the thin heel stabbed directly into Zhang Biao's face, and blood flowed freely.

"Ah!"

Zhang Biao cried out in pain.

A deep wound where the bone was visible instantly appeared on his cheek, blood gushing out and staining half his face in an instant, looking extremely terrifying.

He looked at Lei Jun venomously.

"My face!"

"You bitch, die! I want you dead!"

He suddenly turned his head, his face distorted as he looked at his men.

"Are you dead? Kill her for me!"

"No, leave her with a breath; I want to torture her mercilessly."

The men were startled by Zhang Biao's distorted face and malicious eyes.

Dozens of people quickly rushed towards Lei Jun and Lei Ying.

Watching his men rush at them, a hint of cruel anticipation appeared on Zhang Biao's distorted face.

However, the scene he expected of the two women being instantly subdued did not occur.

Lei Ying stepped slightly to the side, completely shielding Lei Jun behind her.

The next second, she moved.

Her movements were so fast they were just afterimages; every strike was precise and efficient.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees—every part of her body turned into a lethal weapon.

She had no unnecessary flashy moves; every attack hit a vital point.

Joints, ribs, dense nerve clusters.

The big men at the front only felt a blur before their eyes, then intense pain arrived, and they fell to the ground screaming, clutching their twisted arms or knees in agony.

What happened?

Before those behind could react, Lei Ying had already charged forward like a tiger into a flock of sheep.

Her silhouette wove through the crowd, leaving people overturned in her wake.

A thug raised a steel pipe to strike down hard, but Lei Ying caught his wrist nonchalantly; with a slight force, a crisp sound of bone cracking rang out, and the pipe clattered to the ground.

"Ah, my hand!"

Fear filled the thug's heart.

"She's not human at all!"

Another tried to ambush her from behind, but Lei Ying seemed to have eyes in the back of her head; with a clean roundhouse kick, she sent him flying several meters, crashing against the warehouse wall and sliding down, lifeless.

Pfft!

The ambusher's last thought before losing consciousness was that she was too freakish.

This... how is this possible?

While being beaten, they stared blankly at Lei Ying, their brains almost stopping.

She looks so thin... why is she so fast? Why is she so strong?

My arm is broken.

My ribs... seem to be cracked... they shouted tremblingly.

"Devil!"

"She's a devil!"

"Run! We can't win, we can't win at all!"

In just over ten seconds, the twenty-plus thugs who were originally aggressive were all lying on the ground.

Each of them was groaning in pain.

In the center of the warehouse, only Lei Ying stood proudly, her suit still crisp.

Lei Jun stood quietly behind her, her gaze calm and unwavering.