24: Yue Cailan distributes welfare

Yue Cailan was quite straightforward, and her behavior was more like a boy's.

When Yue Cailan dragged Ling Xian away, everyone knew it was time to disperse.

This was the Little She-Devil of Donghai. If she was unhappy, she'd beat someone up in a minute, regardless of their seniority or status.

Even Lin Feng trembled at the sight, and Wolf Fang, following behind him, fearfully lowered his head, unable to hide the terror in his eyes.

"Damn, is Ling Xian, that rich second-generation, that awesome? He even called the violent girl?" Lin Feng even showed an expression of pity for Ling Xian on his face.

"Boss, should... we leave first?" Wolf Fang trembled with fear.

"Wolf Fang, you go back first. I'll make some more connections." Lin Feng was still uneasy in his heart.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Wolf Fang had already scurried away.

"What a useless fellow. Do you think I'm afraid of this little Beautiful Police Officer?" But when he noticed Yue Cailan glancing his way, he too turned and lowered his head.

"Hey kid, you're pretty skilled, aren't you? Want to spar with me?" As soon as Yue Cailan spoke, Ling Xian guessed.

This guy was a martial arts fanatic, and But overflowing with a sense of justice.

"Hey hey hey, I just got back, and you already want to hit me." Ling Xian complained.

"You have no idea, besides you, I've never seen such a comfortable punching bag. The three years you were gone, I was almost dying of boredom.

I feel like my hands are about to rust.

Please." Yue Cailan started acting coquettishly, her chest pressing close to Ling Xian's arm, swaying constantly.

If Lin Feng saw this scene, his jaw would drop. Was this still the violent-prone policewoman?

"What's in it for me? Getting beaten up for nothing? I don't dare." Ling Xian firmly refused, waving his hand.

Yue Cailan lowered her head to look at her chest, which was so ample she couldn't see her toes, then thought of Ling Xian's earlier wandering thoughts, and said with a laugh, "Want to touch?"

"Holy crap! What kind of wild words are these? It's only been three years, and you've become like this?" Ling Xian was somewhat astonished. In his memory, Yue Cailan would never beg him; she'd just beat him up every day.

But how could Ling Xian know that in the three years he was gone, Yue Cailan had already come to believe it was because she beat him up every day that he left.

Now that he was back, she didn't want this human punching bag to leave again.

So she thought about offering some rewards or something. Anyway, she didn't plan to get married in the future.

"Let's talk outside!" Seeing Ling Xian wasn't taking the bait, Yue Cailan's expression changed.

Ling Xian, not understanding why, followed her out.

As soon as they stepped outside, Yue Cailan threw a punch at Ling Xian.

Yue Cailan had thought Ling Xian would cry out in pain, even though she controlled her strength.

But what happened next shocked her. Ling Xian stood motionless, not saying a word, just looking at where he'd been punched.

"Little Ling, did you practice martial arts every day for these three years?" Yue Cailan angrily called out the nickname she often used before.

"You guess?" Ling Xian retorted with a cheeky, mocking smile.

"Guess my ass!" Yue Cailan gradually increased her strength.

Each punch was fiercer than the last, but to Ling Xian, being hit by a third-tier Yue Cailan felt almost like tickling.

"Holy crap! Little Ling, did you take steroids?" Yue Cailan was a bit dumbfounded.

What was going on? Was this still her Little Ling?

"You've hit me so many times; shouldn't you give me some reward?"

At first, Ling Xian didn't want to get hit, but now that he'd taken so many punches, he had to ask for some benefits.

Yue Cailan felt awkward and prepared to get up and leave, "Ahem..."

But Ling Xian stopped her, pulling her back in place.

"Well, just once, only one touch!" Yue Cailan knew she couldn't avoid it and emphasized 'once' repeatedly.

She was starting to suspect that Ling Xian had taken some miraculous elixir, as he was even more resistant to blows than before.

"Twice. Last time, Lin Feng's smuggling case was my big gift to you." Ling Xian explained proudly.

"So it was you who anonymously reported it last time. Well done." Yue Cailan nudged Ling Xian's arm with her elbow.

"Twice is fine, but you must make time to be my punching bag from now on."

"Deal!" As soon as Ling Xian said the word.

Yue Cailan straightened her chest. Instantly, those proud, ample 'white rabbits' looked incredibly sexy wrapped in her clothes.

Ling Xian grasped them with one hand, kneading and rubbing constantly, their shape continuously changing.

"Is... is that enough?" Yue Cailan no longer had her initial arrogance. She exhaled misty breath, her voice soft and sticky.

It was just a lump of flesh, and it often hindered her martial arts practice. Why... why did it feel so good?

Yue Cailan only felt her whole body trembling and going weak, really wanting to lie in Little Ling's arms.

"This is just the beginning?" Ling Xian was cheeky, refusing to let up verbally.

Yue Cailan directly punched Ling Xian in the head, "I said it's over!"

"Alright, alright, it's over! Stingy Sister Yue!" Ling Xian complained.

It wasn't that Yue Cailan was stingy; she simply couldn't hold on any longer, feeling that if it went on a bit longer, she'd collapse weakly into Ling Xian's arms.

"Next time you spar with me, I'll let you... touch again." Yue Cailan's voice was much gentler than before, perhaps because her whole body was weak and lacking strength.

Time passed, and the banquet ended.

While everyone else was leaving, Ling Xian prepared to make a move against Lin Feng.

He didn't plan to finish him off directly but hoped to lure out the Half-step Grandmaster behind Lin Feng and deal with him By the way.

After that, he wouldn't play with Lin Feng anymore and could finish him off anytime.

Ling Xian followed the direction Lin Feng had left, speeding off in pursuit.

By now, Ling Xian had changed into a different outfit: a black robe paired with a mask.

"Who's there?" Lin Feng was very sensitive, detecting Ling Xian.

Of course, this was intentional on Ling Xian's part.

Otherwise, how could he lure him to a deserted place?

In the darkness, Ling Xian's gaze looked out; they were already in the outskirts.

"Me? The one who will kill you."

"Wearing a mask, playing mysterious tricks!" Lin Feng snorted coldly, full of disdain. This kind of person surely had no real strength.

However, the next moment, a fist shot out!

Ling Xian appeared before Lin Feng like a ghost, stirring up dust.

As the dust settled, Lin Feng lay limp on the ground, with only a black shadow blocking Ling Xian's fist.

Lin Feng had thought the masked man's strength was just so-so, but it turned out to be so fierce.

This wasn't right, was it?

He hadn't been in Donghai for long?

How did he immediately encounter a big BOSS-level character?

A rich second-generation's bodyguard was one thing, after all it was a big company like the Ling Group.

But who was this guy that popped up now?

When had he ever provoked such a master?

"Who are you, sir? Why bully my disciple?" An old man stepped out from the black shadow; it was that Half-step Grandmaster.

The old man sensed the force of Ling Xian's punch and immediately turned to warn Lin Feng, "Run!"

"Run? Too late." Ling Xian struck out, aiming for Lin Feng's chest.

Boom!

Lin Feng took the punch head-on, finally understanding the gap between them.

"So fast! So strong! Master is right, run!"

Lin Feng thought it through thoroughly. Staying here would only hold his master back; the gap between them was like a chasm.