22: Ouch! What are you doing!

Chapter 22: "Ow! What are you doing?!"

"Sis, you... why are you here?"

Cold sweat dripped incessantly from Han Kun's forehead.

Towards Han Yuyao, Han Kun harbored an almost innate fear, a Bloodline suppression that had existed since childhood and was inescapable.

Seeing his older sister's somewhat off mood, Han Kun nervously swallowed.

"Sis, I just came to relax. I didn't do anything against the rules!"

"I..."

Han Yuyao's aggressive stance made Han Kun shrink his neck and retreat, his words becoming a stuttering mess.

"I... I only come to play occasionally."

Han Kun at this moment was like a mouse seeing a cat, even though he was a head taller than his sister, Han Yuyao.

But he knew that if he truly angered his older sister, he wouldn't get off easy.

After all, the family's ancient martial arts, which she had Cultivated diligently since childhood, weren't practiced for nothing, and the title of Captain of the Criminal Investigation Team was right there.

If she found any excuse to arrest him again and detain him for ten-odd days, that would truly be the end of him.

And accompanied by the somewhat tense atmosphere, Han Kun's group of friends, under the gaze of the police, wisely turned off the music.

Han Yuyao looked at Han Kun's slovenly appearance, and a wave of anger surged within her.

She had been worried that something might have happened to her brother.

But looking at the current situation, where was there any sign of trouble?

Moreover, as the heir of the Han Family, he spent his days not doing proper work, just researching all sorts of strange things, and that was already bad enough.

Now he had even dressed himself up like this.

Han Yuyao's Face darkened as she stepped forward and grabbed Han Kun's hair.

"Sis, it hurts! Sis, Sis, I'm sorry!"

Han Kun felt his entire scalp was about to be ripped off and immediately screamed in pain.

Although he didn't know what mistake he had made, apologizing first was always the right move.

He desperately tried to pull Han Yuyao's hand away, but a sharp pain instantly shot through his Face.

Han Yuyao's two powerful slaps sent Han Kun sprawling to the ground, and she reprimanded him sharply, disappointed by his lack of progress.

"Dyeing your hair like this, not doing proper work all day, what do you want to do?!"

"Do you know what people outside think of our Han Family now?"

"Do you have any semblance of the future Family Head of the Han Family?"

If you want to be the heir, you go be it. Aren't you more suitable to be the heir than me?

Han Yuyao rained down a torrent of curses, and Han Kun dared not retort, only muttering to himself in his heart.

But seeing his friends and his woman beside him.

Even if Han Kun was unwilling, he could only brace himself and meet his older sister's gaze, whispering.

"Sis, don't be like this. Look, your sister-in-law is right here."

He quietly hinted, asking his sister to give him some Face.

Han Yuyao glanced in Han Kun's direction, and her brows furrowed.

She didn't know what she was thinking.

Seeing this, Han Kun's heart rejoiced.

He immediately declared loudly.

"I'm not idle; I'm a rapper!"

"What?"

Han Yuyao, who had turned her head away, instantly looked back, her eyes fixed on Han Kun with a murderous gaze.

Uh...

Seeing his older sister's man-eating gaze.

Han Kun swallowed nervously.

However, with so many friends present, he had to be tough, even if he didn't want to.

Otherwise, how would he ever pick up girls in the future?

"I'm a rapper!"

Slap!

"Say that again!"

Hearing this, Han Kun became a bit stubborn, "I'm a rapper!"

Slap!

Another slap landed on Han Kun's Face, almost sending him stumbling to the ground.

By now, two red handprints had appeared on his Face.

"Ow, what are you doing?"

Han Kun instinctively took a step back, trying to dodge, "I just dyed my..."

"I get angry just looking at your pathetic state!"

Han Yuyao didn't wait for Han Kun to finish speaking and delivered another slap.

Having his Face repeatedly shamed in front of his brothers and woman, even Han Kun was now a bit angry.

"Rapper, tempered through a hundred trials! I, Han Kun, will never yield!"

"Yo yo! Check it out! It's freestyle!"

"I... Ah!!!"

Just as Han Kun was about to perform a self-created rap to conquer the other party, Han Yuyao finally lost her patience.

She grabbed Han Kun's hair and, from who knew where, produced a hair clipper.

With a buzzing sound, the clipper slid directly against his scalp.

Han Yuyao showed no mercy, pulling Han Kun's hair and shaving it from his forehead to the back of his head.

In the middle of his previously fluffy white hair, a straight path instantly appeared.

"Let's see how you'll be a rapper now!"

Han Kun, at this moment, had none of his previous defiance. The moment he was released, he touched his hair.

He retreated, dodging, and mumbled in a panic, "I won't be one, I won't be one!"

"I'll never be one in this life."

Seeing Han Kun admit his mistake, Han Yuyao snorted coldly and casually threw the clipper onto the ground.

After dealing with Han Kun, Han Yuyao approached the alluring woman and sternly questioned her.

"Who exactly are you?!"

She was not Han Kun, the Trash.

She had Cultivated ancient martial arts since childhood, and the moment she saw this woman, she sensed that something was off about her.

This woman had clearly Cultivated an extremely demanding and perverse Cultivation Technique like Charm Cultivation.

Her origins were definitely not simple.

Thinking of how anxious Huang Yu was for her to come.

It was only the moment she saw this woman that Han Yuyao understood.

Her foolish younger brother was probably being targeted and was slowly walking into the other party's trap.

The Han Family had a Legacy of a thousand years, so it naturally had many enemies.

So Han Yuyao was not surprised at all.

She stared intently at the woman, but the other party remained calm throughout, seemingly unafraid of her.

This further confirmed Han Yuyao's suspicion.

"Sis, don't hit her!"

Just as she was about to interrogate her, Han Kun, whose hair had been shaved like a highway, blocked the woman's path.

The woman also took the opportunity to feign an innocent look.

"Young Master Han, save me."

"Lili is a good girl, I promise, this time it's absolutely serious."

As her words fell, there were two smacks.

Two more handprints appeared on Han Kun's Face, and he was directly slapped to the side, unable to get up.

Han Yuyao wiped her hands. She naturally had good control over her strength.

These were merely superficial injuries.

But even after being disciplined so many times, when Han Kun saw that his girlfriend was about to be in trouble, he still mumbled.

"Lili, quickly beg for mercy..."

Seeing this scene, a hint of something sinister flashed in Lili's eyes, as if she hadn't expected it.

A dignified Young Master of the Han Family actually lived such a repressed life.

Just as Han Yuyao was looking at her, preparing to arrest her for interrogation.

The private room door suddenly opened, and a mocking male voice rang out.

"Officer Han, what a display of authority!"