Ling Jue arrived at the door. Niu Tingxiong's father and two villagers had been knocked unconscious and were leaning against the wall.
Ling Jue looked around. There was no one in the courtyard but there were many people in the house. The two bodyguards in front of her stood in Ling Jue's way.
"Get lost!" Ling Jue spat out coldly.
"No one is allowed to enter this place." A tall bodyguard lowered his head and looked down at Ling Jue. "Kid, go play somewhere else. Otherwise, you'll end up like that kid."
Ling Jue's eyes darkened. Was this the person who beat up Niu Tingxiong just now?
A wave of anger rose in her heart. She had thought that he was also working for money, but who would have thought that he would bully someone like that.
"Kid, go play somewhere else." The other person reached out and pushed Ling Jue.
Ling Jue moved and took a step forward. When the person reached out his hand, she grabbed his arm and twisted it forcefully. With a crack, the joint of his wrist was dislocated, and the bodyguard screamed in pain.
"You brat!" The other man was surprised to see his brother's arm was broken. Then, he raised the iron rod in his hand and swung it at Ling Jue in anger.
Ling Jue was extremely fast. When he swung the iron rod, her body flashed and pulled the man with the broken arm to where she was standing. The iron rod immediately smashed into the head of the man with the broken arm, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
"You..." When the man fainted, he pointed at the man who had knocked him out, his face full of disbelief.
"Brother, it's not... It's not me!" He quickly threw away the iron rod in his hand, panicking.
Just as Ling Jue was about to enter the house, he suddenly rushed up again. "It's all your fault! You killed my brother!"
He took out the small knife in his pocket and rushed towards Ling Jue. Ling Jue frowned slightly and gently held his wrist. The man was in extreme pain, and the small knife instantly fell into her hand.
"B*stard! Let go of me!" he roared angrily. His hand was held lightly by her, and he could not struggle free no matter how hard he tried.
Ling Jue played with it for a while and sneered. "You actually used a knife? Then I'll let you have a taste of what it feels like to be cut by someone!"
She quickly raised her hand and gently cut his right arm. Along with his sleeve, she made a long and deep cut. The white flesh was cut, and fresh blood seeped out from the flesh. Soon, the shirt inside was dyed red, and the screams of pain reverberated throughout the entire courtyard. The people inside were alarmed.
"What are you doing?!" Four or five people ran out of the house, along with Xia Qingsong, and they all looked at Ling Jue in surprise.
At that moment, Xia Qingsong and the other bodyguards were shocked when they saw the unconscious bodyguards on the ground, especially Xia Qingsong. He immediately remembered the miserable state of his son, who was crippled by Ling Jue in the hospital.
It was because he was afraid of Ling Jue that he brought so many people here. It would be suicidal to fight him alone. He quickly took two steps back and yelled at the bodyguards, "Stop him! I'll pay you more!"
Unfortunately, he was one step too slow. Ling Jue dodged the bodyguards who were charging at her like a ghost.
She caught Xia Qingsong, who was about to run away, and kicked him like lightning. Xia Qingsong's skinny body was sent flying, and he fell to the ground with his teeth missing. His entire face came into close contact with the stone floor. His skin and flesh were cut open, and blood flowed out.
Ling Jue twisted her wrist, and the knife in her hand flew out of her hand. It turned into a ray of light and shot into Xia Qingsong's thigh. He screamed in pain and looked at the knife in his leg. He trembled and cried, "Ling Jue! I'm your uncle!"