Chapter 130: Hero Tang and Beauty Zhou

Chapter 130: Hero Tang and Beauty Zhou

"Tang Fei! Hurry back!" Zhou Weichuan immediately released his grip on Xing Le and sprang up to chase after her.

Tang Fei had been causing him more and more trouble lately.

After being freed, Xing Le rolled onto his back, catching his breath on the ground. He trembled as he slowly regained mobility, then sat up with a laugh. "This is how celebrities and fans interact intimately. Zhou Weichuan, I'm here to boost your little star's popularity, so why are you getting so worked up?"

Xing Le brushed off the dust from his clothes, hiding his right hand, which Zhou Weichuan had softened with his grip, behind his back. Seeing Zhou Weichuan's anxiety, he chuckled in disdain.

It turned out that Sister Yi's goal aligned with his own. Could there be anything better or more perfect than this?

From today's rough test, Zhou Weichuan was still the same, unchanged. His skills hadn't improved, nor had his tactics evolved. He still didn't dare to use excessive force against him for fear of spoiling the act.

Wasn't it ridiculous for them to pretend to be deeply bonded brothers?

Xing Le stretched casually and stood up. He flexed his legs and waist, shook his right palm a few times, but still lacked strength.

He'd better use his left hand. Zhou Weichuan hadn't gone easy, but he hadn't gone all out either. His right hand wouldn't be functional for another two days.

Xing Le tilted his lips and dashed forward with force, his speed surpassing Zhou Weichuan's, and the earlier pain seemed to have no effect on him.

Xing Le's words went in one of Tang Fei's ears and out the other, fleeting without leaving any impression.

It was Zhou Weichuan's voice that made Tang Fei lift her head. She blinked at him playfully, taunting him, leaving Zhou Weichuan fuming.

Could Tang Fei be unimpulsive? Could Tang Fei's promise be trusted?

Absolutely not!

Impulsiveness was written all over her, inside and out.

Tang Fei turned her gaze to the seven towering men, each as burly as Zheng Haisheng. They formed a line, charging at her with bared teeth and claws, their fierce demeanor quite convincing. There was indeed a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes.

Their acting skills would be perfect for a war movie.

But facing them, she was fearless!

The memories of the original owner's childhood fights, her later experiences of pushing people around, and the System's clear indication of her innate proficiency in Punch Power gave her ample confidence.

Not even a Master Embroiderer of her caliber has mastered a skill to 101% proficiency!

Given that I haven't mastered mine at full proficiency, it speaks volumes about how difficult mastery truly is.

She dashed forward with clenched fists, outpacing the seven burly men.

So swift was her pace that the men involuntarily slowed down. How did Tang Fei manage to exude the aura of charging through an army all by herself?

They had lived on the edge of danger for years and believed their presence was unmatched. Yet, they were collectively overpowered by the aura of a female celebrity!

This contrast in speed soon led to a collision.

Tang Fei charged into them like a whirlwind.

Bang!

Bang bang!

No techniques, no tricks – she simply swung her fists at their chests, ribs, cheeks, arms, and backs. Wherever her fists landed, they landed. This time, she was smart enough not to use her legs. With her pair of fists and her god-like innate talent, she plowed through them relentlessly.

After being hit by Tang Fei's punch, these individuals were essentially rendered unable to continue the fight. They tumbled to the ground and struggled to regain their footing.

In the blink of an eye, Five out of the Seven Strongmen had been defeated, leaving only two. One turned to flee, while the other assumed a seemingly intimidating stance, deciding to hold the fort.

Tang Fei didn't even glance at him. With wind in her steps and a fist that sent opponents flying, she charged forward relentlessly.

The Strongman who chose to stay behind hunched forward, ready for a stunning counterattack. He lowered his head, not flinching even as Tang Fei's fist approached his forehead.

The skull, particularly the forehead, was one of the hardest bones in the human body.

He was determined to risk it all to subdue Tang Fei!

Bang—

A resonating echo lingered in the air. He fell backward, his impressive attack posture collapsing instantly.

His eyes rolled back upon hitting the ground, as if his brain was swaying within his skull. The stars above seemed to be descending before his eyes.

These towering strongmen, each weighing around 400 pounds!

A muscular man's clearance sale, all for free!

A real clearance, the kind that sends them flying.

The one running grew even faster!

Did he encounter a female assassin?

None of his brothers were pushovers, right?

Is this a nightmare?

Tang Fei swiftly chased after, and within no more than a minute, six of the seven burly men had fallen from the time they started running until they hit the ground.

With swift efficiency, the septet was now a solo act.

Zhou Weichuan and Zheng Haisheng attempted to intercept the fleeing man, but the lone survivor glanced around, spotting Xing Le approaching. Gritting his teeth, he turned back to run towards Tang Fei.

Better to fight it out!

"Brother Le, you got this!"

Jiang Xiaoying's initial scream of fear turned into an excited cheer, and now she was like a coach watching a match, leaping up to shout, "Master! Boss Zhou, there's someone behind you! Don't get blindsided!"

Tang Fei also noticed Xing Le as he surpassed Zhou Weichuan, charging towards her with the last remnant of the Seven Strongmen.

Xing Le didn't seem like a good guy at all. There was a hint of playful amusement in his gaze.

His confrontation with Zhou Weichuan earlier seemed more like a test, and he appeared to be effortlessly in control. He was no longer the Zhou Le of old.

Years of honing had turned him into someone who couldn't be bullied at will.

With his left fist out in front of his chest and his right hand tucked behind his back, Xing Le charged diagonally. Zhou Weichuan's previous hold on him hadn't affected his combat prowess.

He looked at Tang Fei mockingly. "Tang Fei? The one with a two-hundred-jin punch? Let's see whose fist is harder."

He aimed for Tang Fei's fist, quickly countering with his own left fist, meeting hers head-on. Their protruding knuckles collided with a dull thud.

Meanwhile, the lone survivor of the Seven Strongmen attempted a sneak attack from the side but was sent crashing to the ground by Tang Fei's left punch. Clutching his stomach, he curled up and vomited his dinner.

Perhaps it landed right in his stomach.

Fist against fist, strength against strength, Tang Fei versus Xing Le - the two maintained their locked posture.

Time seemed to freeze for ten seconds.

Xing Le's cheek muscles began to twitch slightly. With his still-shaking right hand, he covered his left shoulder.

His shoulder...

It's dislocated.

With one punch, his shoulder was dislocated.

He looked at Tang Fei in disbelief, noting how not a single bead of sweat graced her forehead.

He was lifted by the surging Zhou Weichuan by the back of his neck and handed over to Zheng Haisheng.

With both his left and right hands disarmed by Tang Fei and Zhou Weichuan respectively, Xing Le was roughly ushered into the chauffeured van by Zheng Haisheng.

Before getting into the car, he turned to look at Tang Fei. He saw Zhou Weichuan examining her hands as if they were precious, checking to see if she was flushed or out of breath. She smiled like a kitten, lowering her head and saying that everything was fine, that she didn't feel a thing.

He frowned and closed his eyes. What kind of useless bunch had he sent? After tailing her for so long, all they could provide was data on a mere two hundred jin of force. This was slander! Did they even know what slander meant?

He hadn't seen the slightest hint of Tang Fei's true strength in that punch!

Both physically and with her fists, Tang Fei had won far too effortlessly.

This bizarre outcome made Xing Le feel as if he had wasted the past ten years of his life, battling through blood and storms outside.

He was still that young kid who could be easily dealt with by Zhou Weichuan.

With just one punch from him, Zhou Weichuan could retaliate with a hundredfold force, leaving him weeping and wailing for his parents.

From Xing Le's perspective, the two of them were shamelessly dishing out dog food from afar. Though he couldn't hear their voices, he could sense their interactions.

Zhou Weichuan seemed anxious and angry, while Tang Fei appeared to be... acting coquettishly?

Coquettish?

Xing Le rubbed his dislocated shoulder, not daring to move an inch. Could Tang Fei really act coquettishly? Wasn't that a bit terrifying?

...

Zhou Weichuan scolded sternly, "We agreed not to act impulsively. What were you doing just now? If you can't keep your promise, we'll terminate the contract."

"I wasn't impulsive! I made a precise calculation and analysis, concluding that they're mere chickens and dogs, not worth a punch. This was a decision made with calm rationality, Boss.

As it turns out, my analysis was completely correct."

"Then, is your hand swollen? Just like your foot last time, I bet you'll be in pain for a few days."

"I'm fine, not even red, no skin broken. I practice boxing every day!

Boss, if there's ever a boxing variety show or script in the future, remember to fight for it for me. I'll definitely give them a surprise."

"You, you can't just behave yourself while filming? If your face gets even a tiny injury, it'll disrupt the production. No one wants to work with unpredictable artists like you."

"Hold on, Pretty Zhou, I saved you, didn't I? Why are you being so naggy when I'm perfectly fine?"

"What?"

"Hero Tang saved Beauty Zhou! If I hadn't intervened, you would've been surrounded and attacked by seven or eight people."