The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 139: 139: Jiang Zhi makes a move, the sick youngster loses his vest (first update)
 

9:23.

Shuangjiang received an email, which she thought was a hiring contract, but it wasn’t. It contained only two sentences:

“Tell me Zhou Xufang’s location.”

“I am Jiang Zhi.”

After reading it, she was thinking when suddenly, the computer sounded an alert.

“Beep—beep—beep—”

Damn! She had been caught!

With no time for wrapping things up, she promptly notified Zhou Xufang, “Xu Fang, I’ve been exposed. We need to move immediately.”

Zhou Xufang quickly replied, “I’m alright here, you get out of there fast.”

She was worried about Zhou Xufang and hesitated for a long time before finally sending the location to Jiang Zhi, “Help her find backup, someone who can fight.”

After leaving the message, she backed up the data in the computer. Once done, she started the destruction program, which would take at least half an hour.

Near Jingming Road, a gray Bentley had been parked for a few minutes.

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Inside the car, Ah Wan still hadn’t figured out what was happening, and the atmosphere was a bit weird. He didn’t dare ask and just silently played the role of a competent driver.

Jiang Zhi checked the coordinates on her phone, “Get out of the car.”

Ah Wan, puzzled, “Huh?”

“Get out.” Jiang Zhi got out of the car without delay, opened the driver’s door, and urged impatiently and aggressively, “Hurry up!”

Ah Wan got out of the car, bewildered, “Where are you going alone?”

Jiang Zhi pressed the gas pedal and left.

Ah Wan, swallowing the exhaust, “… Something is very wrong here.”

A few steps away, a police car stopped. Inside were six computers and three people.

“Captain Qiao, we’ve located Shuangjiang.” Lu Ning highlighted the address, “It’s very close.”

Thanks to FOR’s interference, they had split Shuangjiang’s attention, giving the Criminal Intelligence Department the chance to strike and capture her.

Qiao Nanchu stood outside the car, glancing at the address.

Jiajing Garden…

Lu Ning asked for instructions, “Should we notify the Criminal Investigation Team?”

“No need.” Qiao Nanchu picked two who were somewhat capable, “Yao An, Xiao Dong, you’re coming with me.”

9:35.

At FOR’s headquarters, quite a few people were already lying on the ground.

Zhou Xufang was stepping on a man’s stomach, “Do you want to keep fighting?” She looked up at the group three meters away, “Everyone’s injured, this place will have to close tomorrow.”

The man under her foot struggled continuously, trying a side kick, but she struck his shin with a stick, causing him to howl a few times before staying still.

Ah Win looked at the people lying on the ground, wiped his lips with his fingertip, and smiled, “Only striking the legs, not taking lives, is that your rule?”

This was also a weakness of the professional errand runner Z.

In this line of work, caring about human lives, how could one let loose.

Zhou Xufang kicked the man beneath her away, slung the baseball bat over her shoulder, and knocked down a dozen people in one breath, not even out of breath, “Striking legs can also bring you down.”

A girl is still a girl, not suited for this brutal scene.

Ah Win suddenly felt an impulse, wanting to yank off her mask to see what kind of girl she was, who could get him so excited.

“There are over sixty people here. I want to see if we’re knocked down first, or if you tire out first.” He walked to the table, picked up a golf club, rolled up his shirt sleeves, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, “I never hit women, but you’re the first.”

Having said that, he raised his golf club and attacked Zhou Xufang, swinging fiercely towards her face. Just as it was about to connect, she shifted sideways with ease, dodging effortlessly.

The club swung through the air and smashed into the wall, denting it.

Zhou Xufang glanced at it and objectively commented, “Good strength, but too slow.”

Truly the best in the industry, no mere display.

Ah Win, holding the golf club in one hand, leaped forward, swinging to the left targeting Zhou Xufang’s right shoulder.

She bent down, evaded swiftly, and moved behind him, the glass shattered by the golf club.

Such quick speed!

Ah Win moved his neck, exhaled a long breath, gripped the golf club with both hands, quickly rearranged his position to just within a club’s length to her, and raised the club for an upward strike at her chin.

This time, she didn’t dodge.

She stretched out one hand to catch the head of the golf club effortlessly.

With full force behind his swing, it could have shattered her hand bones, yet she fearlessly intercepted it with her fingers.

Snap.

A soft sound, and she held the club head.

Ah Win paused, then pulled hard, but found the club immobile in her grasp.

She wore glasses, slightly turned her body, and could only see her thick eyelashes flicker, “I won’t tire out because I haven’t even exerted any effort.”

With that, she pinched the club head and snapped it easily.

The cue stick suddenly snapped, causing Ah Win to lose balance and stagger backwards two steps, but he quickly stabilized himself and stretched out his left foot to attack her left calf.

Zhou Xufang made a small turn, lifted her foot, and stepped on his leg; he tried to pull his foot back but couldn’t budge it.

Zhou Xufang found it boring and, with a kick of her toe, sent him flying into the wall; the impact numbed all the muscles in his back, and he sat on the ground, unable to get up for a while.

From beginning to end, he hadn’t even touched the hem of her clothes.

“Your boss has already been taken down,” she asked, calm and collected, “who’s next?”

The room full of burly men looked at each other, none of them stepping forward.

Cowards!

Ah Win, leaning on the wall to stand up, shouted hoarsely, “All of you, attack together!”

No sooner had he spoken than dozens of men swarmed and surrounded Zhou Xufang.

She was entangled and couldn’t escape for the moment.

The sound of iron bars hitting was drowned out by screams; computers and desks were smashed to pieces, leaving the office a complete mess.

The number of men falling increased, and their moans were incessant.

Ah Win stood at the door, watching for a long time, then drew a tranquilizer gun from his jacket pocket, aimed, and moved his finger to the trigger.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind, fair and distinct, pinching the tip of the gun.

“I hate sneak attacks the most.”

The hand moved up, grabbed Ah Win’s wrist, twisted forcefully, and the sounds of a cry and a dislocated bone came almost simultaneously.

An arm was dislocated.

Ah Win’s body was half numb with pain; he turned around and saw a man standing with his arms crossed, dressed in black, wearing a cap and a mask, his peach blossom eyes drunken yet pure, partly inhibited, partly desirous.

He adjusted his cap and said, “Lord Black Impermanence, I am here.”

Zhou Xufang turned around when she heard the voice.

Jiang Zhi.

It was Jiang Zhi who had come.

Her usually calm eyes suddenly turned stormy; she kicked away the man grappling with her and quickly moved to Jiang Zhi’s side, instinctively pushing him behind her, “What are you doing here!”

Initially, she was just playing around, nonchalantly fighting, but the moment Jiang Zhi arrived, her entire nervous system tensed up; she scanned the area, ready for battle, keeping an eye on the approaching enemies, not looking back, she tugged at Jiang Zhi’s clothes and said, “Hurry up and leave.”

She quickly turned her head and shouted, “Hurry up!”

She had never been so harsh to Jiang Zhi before.

At that moment, she was like a fiercely attacking little leopardess. Her mouth was covered by the mask, yet a smile escaped from the corners of Jiang Zhi’s eyes; he stood close behind her, leaning down, his chin on her shoulder, whispering, “I came to protect you.”

Zhou Xufang grew anxious, gripping her baseball bat tightly; as she guarded against the approaching enemies, she urged Jiang Zhi in a low voice, “I don’t need protection, just go.”

The people behind didn’t move.

She reached out, poked his abdomen, trying to push him away, “Can you please leave? Hmm?”

Her palms were slightly sweaty from nervousness, one hand gripping the baseball bat, the other open in front of Jiang Zhi, as if shielding him.

Like a mother leopard protecting her cub.

Jiang Zhi raised his hand, took hold of her open hand, stood beside her, shoulder to shoulder; his voice was low, only audible to her.

He said, “Fang Bao, don’t panic, your Lord White Impermanence is here.”

Zhou Xufang turned around, “Your body—”

Before she could finish, someone took advantage of her distraction and swung a bat at her.

Jiang Zhi pulled her back, dodged the blow, then instantly pushed her behind him, picked up the broken golf club, leaped up, hooked his ankle around a man’s leg, threw him to the ground, and as the man tried to get up, he reversed the club, knelt down, and thrust the sharp end into the man’s shoulder.

“Ah!”

Blood splattered, staining the white wall red.

Jiang Zhi, holding the club, yanked it forcefully out from the flesh; his fair, slender fingers were now stained with blood. He stepped on the bleeding man’s shoulder, casually wiping his hand on the man’s clothes, lifted his eyelids, his peach blossom eyes no longer seductive but filled with menace, “I’m different, I won’t just cripple your legs, I will take your lives.”

Zhou Xufang wouldn’t hurt anyone’s life.

He would.

Nine forty-three.

Jiajing Garden.

All the streetlights were on; at this hour, there were few pedestrians, the neighborhood was serene, undisturbed. Qiao Nanchu left his two colleagues at the entrance, “I’ll go up, keep the exit covered, don’t let anyone out.”

“Understood.”

Qiao Nanchu didn’t even put out his cigarette, just went upstairs with it in his mouth.

Li Xiaodong was a bit worried, “Can Captain Qiao handle it alone?”

He was new to the Criminal Intelligence Department and didn’t know the full story of Qiao Nanchu, but Yao An, an old hand at the department, certainly did, “Captain Qiao was the sanda champion for four consecutive years back in police academy.”

Damn!

He had thought the gentlemen from influential families were just for show, but it turned out he had iron fists.

“He’s got the goods,” Li Xiaodong was puzzled, “why choose the Intelligence Department?” The Intelligence Department was essentially a clerical department of the police force; with such combat skills, it was a pity not to be on the frontline.

Of course, there was a reason, and the reason was—

“Captain Qiao, the senior himself said, he doesn’t like all the fighting and killing, only barbarians resort to fists.”