Lin Xingyao retorted, “Isn’t the Jun Family’s territory still within the borders of our country? Since it’s within our national territory, everyone must abide by the law. Upholding the law and acting in the public interest is also the duty of every citizen.”
As she spoke, she took out her phone and started recording: “The second young master of the Jun Family has been chained up by his stepmother for three years. Once such an explosive video is released, regardless of whether the police come knocking, public opinion is bound to explode.”
“How dare you threaten me!” Zhao Meijuan gnashed her teeth in anger. “Babulu, what are you standing there for? Grab that wretched girl’s phone! From now on, she’s forbidden from using any communication devices!”
Daring to threaten her with public opinion and the law? Hmph, Zhao Meijuan was no pushover!
Babulu, having received the order, no longer hesitated and reached out to snatch the phone.
Lin Xingyao coldly raised her eyes and, meeting Babulu’s massive palm, threw a punch that sent him staggering back three steps, his hand and arm numb from the impact.
Babulu looked at Lin Xingyao in disbelief, only to see a chilling glint of killing intent in her gaze. This kind of aura wasn’t something that could be cultivated through mere training. It was more like… like a soldier who had been tempered through life-and-death trials. He had once seen it in a foreign mercenary, but even that veteran’s gaze wasn’t as sharp as hers.
But the second young mistress was only around twenty years old—how could that be? Had he misjudged?
“Babulu, is it? How long have you been in Z-guo?” Lin Xingyao asked casually, raising her hand to touch the flower clip in her hair. Through a hidden camera, everything here was being livestreamed to a monitoring room in a certain secret base.
“F-five years.” Perhaps the girl’s aura was too overwhelming, or maybe that punch had been too shocking, but Babulu found himself answering instinctively.
“Five years? I suppose you’ve earned quite a bit? If you want to make money in Z-guo, remember to abide by the law, or I’ll send you back to your hometown!”
Babulu: “…”
At the same time, in a certain secret base, a man with a sharp, cold demeanor stared at the surveillance screen while issuing an order through his walkie-talkie: “Investigate that non-citizen named Babulu. Find a reason to deport him.”
Zhao Meijuan, afraid of Jun Xuanye’s madness, had been standing at a distance and hadn’t clearly seen how the two had exchanged blows. Thinking that Babulu was too afraid to lay hands on the second young mistress, her anger flared. “Babulu, have you forgotten who your master is? Hurry up and subdue this girl! Why waste time talking to her?”
Although Babulu instinctively felt that the other party was not to be trifled with, he relied on Zhao Meijuan for his livelihood. Even if he sometimes broke the law, he didn’t care in the slightest. After all, this lady of the Jun Family was powerful and well-connected, fully capable of protecting him. Moreover, now that the lady had given the order personally, even if he killed this girl, it wouldn’t be a big deal. What a pity, though—such a pretty little beauty.
As for that punch earlier, maybe he had just been careless. She was just a little girl, standing half a head shorter than him. There was no way she could actually beat him.
Babulu let out a low growl from his throat, as intimidating as a wild beast. Clenching his fists, he swung them toward Lin Xingyao with fierce momentum—earlier, he had underestimated her and only used thirty percent of his strength. This time, however, he was exerting his full force, enough to break the bones of even a man over six feet tall.
“Sorry, Second Young Madam, but you brought this upon yourself!”
Jun Xuanye had his back turned to the crowd and couldn’t see the details clearly, but he sensed the girl was in danger. He struggled desperately to stand up—damn it! His legs still had no sensation at all, making it impossible to rise.
Just as he was growing frantic, he heard a loud “Bang!” from behind. The massive cherry blossom tree trembled slightly, and a shower of falling petals blurred everyone’s vision.
At the moment Babulu’s punch was about to land on Lin Xingyao, she suddenly frowned, noticing her shoelace had somehow come undone. She bent down to tie it, narrowly dodging the blow.
Babulu’s full-force strike landed squarely on the trunk of the old cherry blossom tree behind Lin Xingyao. Instantly, the entire tree’s blossoms shook loose, falling in a dense cascade.
At the same time, Lin Xingyao’s gaze shifted subtly, and she struck in an instant: Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! She delivered four palm strikes in rapid succession, hitting several major Da-xue points on Babulu’s legs and arms.
By the time the cherry blossoms settled and Zhao Meijuan’s vision cleared, she saw Babulu kneeling motionless for some reason, his hands raised high in a gesture resembling surrender.
Zhao Meijuan was utterly infuriated by this fool and shrieked, “Babulu, you idiot, what are you doing? I told you to deal with that girl, why are you kneeling?”
This time, Babulu truly understood Lin Xingyao’s prowess and no longer dismissed his earlier impression as an illusion. She was a genuine master, hiding her true depth.
He opened his mouth, intending to explain to Zhao Meijuan, but Lin Xingyao patted his shoulder and said with a smile, “Do you feel guilty toward my husband? Otherwise, why would you suddenly kneel to him? Well, I’ll accept this gesture of submission.”
“I didn’t…” Babulu tried to explain, but he found himself unable to speak—Lin Xingyao had incidentally sealed his Ya-xue when she patted him.
“Useless trash!” Zhao Meijuan cursed, pulling out her phone to call the estate’s security team. Just then, the security captain’s call came through.
Before Zhao Meijuan could speak, the security captain urgently reported, “Madam, several police officers are at the gate with an arrest warrant. They say Mr. Babulu has been reported by the public for suspected solicitation and needs to be taken in for verification. If confirmed, he’ll be deported and barred from reentry!”
Zhao Meijuan felt so enraged she could have spat blood: “That black devil actually dared to solicit prostitution? Did I pay him too much?”
Little did she know, Babulu was even more distressed. The solicitation was true, but he had visited high-end establishments multiple times without issue before. Why was he reported this time? It’s over, it’s over—with a criminal record, how could he continue making money in the future?
In the end, Babulu was taken away by the police—carried out, to be precise. The Xue-dao points on his body would take at least a full day and night to release.
Lin Xingyao gently brushed the fallen petals from Jun Xuanye’s clothes, her voice soft enough to melt into water: “You’ve been out for a while now. Are you tired? Let me take you back to rest.”
From start to finish, she didn’t even spare Zhao Meijuan a glance.
Zhao Meijuan trembled with rage, yet there was nothing she could do about it. Just then, Doctor Zhang approached: “Madam, why has the second young master come out?”