Chapter Thirteen Right in the Middle

  Li Minghui was like a drunkard, his face flushed bright red. He had originally wanted to show off his impressive strength, but he didn't expect to be ridiculed by the beauty in such a way.

  "Ah!" He suddenly twisted his thick waist like a water bucket, withdrew his fist, and the wooden chips on the pillar fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

  Li Minghui's servants all had a schadenfreude expression, the young master hated it when people said he was fat, this woman didn't know any better, what a pity.

  "Fine, fine, if you don't drink the toast, you'll be punished with a penalty drink!" Li Minghui's eyes gleamed with ferocity as he let out a fierce roar and strode towards Ling Wushuang, his fist clenched. "You stinky girl, today I'll teach you what it means to..."

  "Bang——"

  Before she could finish speaking, a muffled sound came from somewhere, and after clearing up, everyone's eyes widened in shock as they fell to the ground. All that was seen was Ling Wu Shuang sweeping open her skirt, revealing a blue water-colored underskirt and white boots, with one foot kicking out.

  "Ah——"

  Li Minghui's eyes widened in shock, his face flushed with blood, his stout body swayed slightly, and he let out a mournful cry, wailing like a ghost, as if mourning the loss of his beloved.

  The people around him opened their mouths wide in shock and were stunned into silence for a good while.

  The girl's unexpected kick was not the point, Li Minghui being kicked and crying out in pain was also not the point. The point is that this seemingly light and casual kick, neither biased nor leaning, directly hit a certain man's lower body's vital part!

  Listen to this earth-shattering howl, and you can imagine the immense power behind it.

  Dead silence, a silence so quiet that in the crowded Mingxi Building with hundreds of people, even if a needle dropped on the ground, it could be heard. Some people were shocked, their mouths wide open, food exposed, still unaware.

  After a loud cry, Li Minghui's stout body tightly scraped the floor and flew out, with an unstoppable momentum, crashing open the carved railing, drawing a parabolic curve in mid-air, and smashing down towards the first floor.

  "Bang——"

  A loud thud, with a clear sound of something hitting the ground.

  All that can be seen is the floor of the second floor, a mark, faintly white, from the woman's feet, extending all the way to the railing where wood shavings are flying.

  "It's finally quiet now." Ling Wusuo calmly retracted his foot, like a person who didn't care about anything, picked up the ceramic cup and continued to drink tea by himself.

  "Ah——my dear mother!" The men present suddenly came back to their senses, inhaled sharply, and simultaneously, they all jumped up with a start, like startled rabbits, and fled as fast as they could, putting as much distance between themselves and Ling Wu Shuang as possible.

  Is this still a woman? Is there such a woman? Is there such a fierce woman?

  Li Minghui is a fifth-grade Di Xuan, one kick would have been enough, but you had to kick him right in the most vital spot! Don't even think about saying it wasn't intentional.

  Yun Qing's hands trembled, the fan slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground. Her legs also involuntarily closed slightly together. Her Adam's apple moved up and down, a chill ran through her heart, she swallowed hard, before saying: "Ruo, I think...I'd better let you have her. This woman, I'm afraid I won't be able to control."

  Apart from that freak woman of the Li family, he didn't know when such a talented woman appeared in the capital. Li Minghui was a fifth-grade official, yet he couldn't withstand her single kick.

  Nangong Ye's face suddenly turned dark, and he spat out word by word, "I'm afraid I won't be able to afford it."

  As they spoke, Nan Gong Yan felt that the woman in front of him was increasingly familiar. Suddenly, a figure flashed through his mind - it was the servant who had been kicked out by Ling Wu Shuang when he went to deliver medicine a few days ago...

  As his thoughts fluttered, Nan Gong Ye shook his head with a smile. How much did Ling Wu Shuang know about that woman? Not to mention the strength of such a monster, just talking about appearance, could that waste compare to one-tenth or one-twelfth of the woman in front of him?

  However, this woman, he took a liking to her, and only such a unique woman would be worthy of Nan Gong Yan.

  "Ah——ah——my my, my——I"

  Li Minghui fell onto the stage downstairs, clutching his lower body with both hands, rolling all over the floor and wailing repeatedly.

  After a while, another loud crash was heard. The unlucky man had fallen off the stage again and rolled to the ground. The servants around him finally came back to their senses and rushed down the stairs in a flurry of activity.

  Ling Wushuang finished the last mouthful of tea, then slowly got up and walked to the broken railing with a gentle pace. She looked down with her eyebrows lowered, slightly raised an eyebrow, and smiled as if nothing had happened: "This young lady will also teach you this move, it's called Qian Shan Niao Fei Jue (Thousand Mountains Bird Flying Cut). I wonder how you feel, sir?"

  This move is simply ruthless. The only thought left in everyone's mind was: "Is this guy for real?" It's too ironic, and who knows if Li Minghui can still be considered a big shot from now on...

  "If you're not satisfied, I can demonstrate again," Ling Wusuo said with a soft smile, stepping down the stairs. The people around her dispersed in a hurry, making way for her to go downstairs unimpeded.

  "Ah——ah——"

  Li Minghui's face was flushed with fat and red, curled up on the ground, shaking like a sieve, still shouting hoarsely.

  Jing Ling Wusuo came down, staring at the shoes that passed by his side, his eyes like a poisonous snake, and his words were broken, "Do you know who I am? If I report to the emperor, I will definitely make you...".

  "Bang—"

  Who would have thought that Ling Wushuang, who had just taken a step forward, turned around and kicked out with his foot. A sideways kick swept out, Li Minghui's back arched, his body responded with a loud crash, and he slammed into the wall opposite him, bouncing off and falling down, his head tilted to one side, this time completely fainting away.

  "Ah, young master——" Several attendants rushed over quickly.

  "I'm really sorry, but I'm afraid you'll have to let me beat you up first before you can go and report to the Emperor!" With a casual pat on her skirt, Ling Wushuang laughed radiantly.

  People around covered their eyes and looked away, how pitiful, really too pitiful. It's truly asking for trouble, the girl from that family is already leaving, why do you still want to provoke them?

  This foot down, Li Minghui is likely to be thoroughly tragic.

  "You'd better get a good sleep, it'll be dawn soon." Ling Wushuang glanced at Li Minghui who had fainted and turned to leave.

  Some people sighed, while secretly pleased. Every cause has its effect. Li Minghui, this tyrant, usually bullied men and women in the capital, with no one daring to intervene. Today, he finally kicked an iron plate.

  "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! All of you get out of the way!"

  Just as Ling Wushuang was about to leave, the crowd at the gate suddenly made a commotion. Then, the crowd parted and cleared a path, allowing two generals to step forward, wearing helmets and carrying swords, strong and powerful, with over ten guards following closely behind them in single file.

  "General Ma, you've finally arrived!" One of Li Minghui's attendants looked up, his face filled with surprise and delight, opening his mouth to let out a loud whoop.

  The two generals walking in the front saw Li Minghui's appearance and suddenly had fire in their eyes, glaring around and shouting: "How dare you! Who is it? Who hurt Young Master to this extent!"

  Nangong Ye's face slightly sank, and he smiled: "They are the two deputy generals of the Li family, both first-class Tianxuan strongmen, with robust strength. The ones behind them are at least ninth-class Xuan cultivators. I'd like to see how this woman will wrap things up."

  Nangong Ye leaned back in his chair, with an attitude of watching a good show.