Chapter 1569 - 1584: Ling Xiaoqiao Again

Chapter 1569: Chapter 1584: Ling Xiaoqiao Again

Her black hair flew, her figure was graceful, those two snow‑white long legs running one after the other, simply putting the soft feminine charm on full display. He hadn’t seen her face clearly, but Lin Mu could still tell this girl was definitely top‑tier material, overall score had to be at least ninety out of a hundred.

Only right now, this little top‑grade beauty’s situation looked a bit shitty. Behind her were seventeen or eighteen burly men, clutching watermelon knives, spewing filthy curses as they chased her relentlessly. Passersby all turned to look, but no one dared step forward. In just a moment, the whole group had already rushed into a narrow alley.

"Heh, looks like my luck’s not bad today."

Lin Mu’s lips hooked into a wicked curve. He stomped the gas, and with a roar the Bugatti shot forward...

Staring at the dead‑end in front of her, Ling Xiaoqiao’s face instantly drained of color.

If she had to use one word to sum up her recent life, she would definitely pick one phrase without hesitation—hell! That’s right, days straight out of hell.

Ling Xiaoqiao had never dreamed Master Gang would actually come for her. Faced with the Chang’an District boss’s fury, the small gang she’d spent two bitter years building up had been wiped out in an instant.

Several trusted brothers had their limbs broken and were tossed into the river. The rest either surrendered to Master Gang or ran off to other provinces. And now, even she herself had been driven into a corner...

"Run, why’d you stop running?"

Black Tiger folded his arms with a cold sneer. The bloodthirsty gleam flickering in his eyes made Ling Xiaoqiao’s whole body go cold, her heart pounding with nameless fear.

He was Master Gang’s true direct disciple, already infamous ten years ago ****. His skills were top‑notch, his methods vicious and ruthless, and he’d stirred up plenty of bloody storms in Wancheng. If Master Gang hadn’t been beaten into the hospital this time, the guy, who was already wanted by the cops, wouldn’t have risked coming back.

"Speak. Who’s the one that hurt Master Gang?"

"I really don’t know." Ling Xiaoqiao took a deep breath, but her voice still couldn’t hide the tremor.

"Hmph! Master Hu, what’re you wasting words on this bitch for, let the brothers take turns on her..."

A bald guy leaned in with a lewd grin as he spoke. But halfway through the sentence, his body suddenly flew backwards, slamming into the wall with a bang. Crack crack, broken bricks showered down. The bald guy spat blood, his eyes rolled white as he sagged to the ground, clearly more than half dead already.

"When I’m talking, I hate people cutting in the most."

Black Tiger slowly withdrew his fist, face cold. In the dead silence, his gaze turned vicious as he looked at Ling Xiaoqiao. "Woman, I’ll give you one last chance. Tell me that guy’s name and I’ll let you die quick. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

A lazy, cocky voice suddenly rang out. "Broad daylight, clear blue sky, and you punks dare trap a young girl and try to hack her up in the street? Hmph! This ’harmonious society’ of Wancheng is getting wrecked by trash like you."

"Who the fuck are you?"

The little alley was jammed with seventeen or eighteen people. Standing at the back, Black Tiger and Ling Xiaoqiao naturally couldn’t see the newcomer’s face. But that didn’t last long. That arrogant questioning voice hadn’t even finished before a burst of fists and feet exploded—bang bang bang—one after another.

Clamor, curses, roars; the thugs surged forward with their knives like a wave. But too bad, they soon realized they were just a field of golden wheat, being cut down row after row. In less than a minute, the alley fell silent. All seventeen or eighteen guys had been knocked out cold on the ground, without a single exception.

"Dumbasses, whoever dares curse me again, I’ll cut his damn tongue out!"

Lin Mu flicked his hair in a showy gesture, already wondering what kind of pose he should strike to set off his tall, handsome, righteous hero image, when Ling Xiaoqiao suddenly recognized him. "It’s you!"

"Well shit, turns out it’s you, you rotten bitch."

Lin Mu looked up; his step instantly stumbled.

After all that effort, he’d thought he’d get to pick up a goddess‑level babe, but it turned out to be an "old acquaintance," bumping into this vicious, poisonous little delinquent again. Just thinking about how Ling Xiaoqiao had screwed him until he almost pissed blood made Lin Mu’s anger spike. He waved his hand, turned to leave, and said, "Sorry to bother you, bro, carry on. Rape her, bust her ass, do whatever. Be as cruel and shameless as you want, don’t hold back. Just pretend I was never here."

"You..."

Ling Xiaoqiao’s vision went black; she almost fainted on the spot.

Is this even human speech? Even kicking someone when they’re down shouldn’t be this shameless!

Ling Xiaoqiao was furious and desperate. Her eyes rolled once, then her expression turned pitiful. "Hubby, y‑you can’t be like this, the whole Master Gang thing, it was you..."

"Hold it!" Someone who could drop over a dozen thugs in that short a time, Black Tiger originally didn’t want to mess with a guy like that. But since it involved Master Gang, that was different. "Did I say you could leave?"

"You need something?" Lin Mu cocked a brow, clearly annoyed. In his eyes, all the so‑called big shots of Wancheng were just low‑grade lanzai. Him even talking to them nicely was already a huge favor, and this punk dared use that tone with him? Tired of living, apparently?

"The one who went after Master Gang in the dark, was that you?" Black Tiger stepped forward, voice cold.

"Bullshit, my hands have always been very white!" Lin Mu said impatiently. "So what if it was, so what if it wasn’t?"

"Hmph, looks like it really was you."

Black Tiger took a deep breath; his bones crackled all over his body.

"Heh, buddy, based on my clinical experience with patients, your spine’s probably messed up. As the saying goes, why dwell on old acquaintance when we’ve just met? How about you give me ten grand in medical fees, I’ll treat you on the spot, guaranteed instant cure. How’s that sound?"

"You want money? Wait till you’re dead, I’ll burn some for you."

Black Tiger let out a cold shout and leapt high, feet stepping off the wall as he charged at Lin Mu like a beast. In an instant the air turned razor‑sharp and tense! Black Tiger’s skill was eighty percent in his legs; as he passed, you could hear bang bang bang as the bricks on the wall shattered under his steps. Ling Xiaoqiao only felt her vision blur, then Black Tiger’s hulking body was already in front of Lin Mu, right leg whipping up, blasting toward Lin Mu’s neck with an Explosive Kick.

"So strong!"

Ling Xiaoqiao was a fighter herself, so of course she could tell how terrifying the power hidden in that kick was!

Her eyes went wide, staring ahead, her heart instantly jumping into her throat.

Yeah, in Ling Xiaoqiao’s heart, Lin Mu was definitely infuriating. But given the situation right now, he was also her one and only lifeline. If Lin Mu lost, then today she was basically screwed for good.

"Fuck, who you think you are, Ghost Foot Seven? Jumping that high for nothing, aren’t you scared you’ll tear your balls off?"

Lin Mu had no idea what Ling Xiaoqiao was thinking. He muttered under his breath, sliding back a step.

Black Tiger’s first strike missed, but he didn’t get discouraged. His body dipped slightly, and as he slid forward, his five fingers spread like a claw and shot out.