"There it is!" Immediately, shouts erupted from all sides.
The saying goes that two fists can't beat four hands, let alone an attacked dog that was already frightened. Although it was physically faster than humans, it was shocked, and as soon as it appeared, a security guard threw a baton, striking its hind legs.
It yelped in pain. While the blow might not have broken its leg bones, it severely injured the dog, causing it to run with a limp, which impacted its speed and agility. Surrounded by four or five security guards, it was completely at a disadvantage. Once the circle tightened, it would be beaten to death.
Whether intentional or not, as it dragged its injured leg in flight, it looked in my direction. I distinctly felt its pleading and begging—it was asking me to save it!
I have always been a person with overflowing sympathy, often standing up for justice. Encountering such bullying, my chest heated up in reaction, and without more thought, I hung my bag on the iron fence, took a few steps back to run up, and, dressed in extremely ladylike, high-end designer clothes, hurdled over the iron fence more than a person's height, in front of those security guards and two motorists, using the kung fu I had practiced for years. I entered a territory reserved for high-status individuals and dogs.
Fortunately, I had chosen a sporty skirt today. Could it be that fate had guided me to uphold justice? I felt quite graceful in the air, but I was a bit unsteady when I landed—it seems I had been neglecting exercise lately, making my body clumsier.
Then I heard a snap—my heel had broken.
How heartbreaking, those shoes were so expensive! Overwhelmed with grief and anger, I quickly broke off the other heel as well, transforming both shoes into four secret weapons, which I threw continuously.
I heard four cries of pain; four security guards stopped in their tracks, one clutching his cheek, another with blood flowing from his nose, a third holding his eyes in agony, and another unsteady on his feet from being hit on the back of the head. In any case, my aim and force were quite good; I had dealt with four men, and the last one was even scared silly.
"Run, you idiot!" I yelled, while desperately trying to convey my thoughts and empathy.
At that moment, the dog could not discern north from south and ran aimlessly, dragging its injured leg, looking extremely pitiful. Just then, the black car suddenly vibrated with a buzzing sound, and its horn also sounded loudly, startling not only the dog but also me and the security guards. The confused dog even ran towards the black car, directly towards the man claiming to want to kill it!
At this point, neither thoughts nor empathy were useful; even if I could bark, it wouldn't help control the dog.
The man, in the meantime, opened the car door. As the dog dashed past him, he grabbed the baton from the fifth security guard who arrived and turned around with murderous intent.
Seeing the grim situation unfold, I didn't care whether he was going to hit or throw the baton; either action would be lethal to the dog. Without time to think, I ran forward a few steps, saw him raising his hand, and with all my might, leaped and tackled him to the ground, causing him to faceplant.
I wasn't in much pain, as I was sprawled on his back, and I still managed to wrap my arm around his neck, choking him, all the while shouting at the dog, "Run! Hurry!"
By this time, the dog seemed a bit more aware and glanced back at me before barking and running away. Its injury slowed it down, but luckily no one chased it because everyone was dumbstruck, watching a man and a woman wrestling on the ground.
All this happened in the blink of an eye; due to the fast pace, I was quite tired, so I rested on the man a bit longer until he angrily got up, throwing me heavily to the ground.
I looked up at him, only to see his face flush with blood—his nose was bleeding from the impact with the ground, probably made more ferocious by his high bridge.
I immediately jumped up, "What is wrong with you? Even if it's just a dog, it's a life just as valuable as yours. How could you just kill it like that? It didn't provoke you, it didn't bite you. Do you need to be that cruel? Aren't you afraid of facing retribution from the Duke of Thunder?"
Seeing that he was about to explode in anger, I took the initiative to speak first, overpowering him in spirit, just as my mother had always taught me.
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I never expected that my actions would be utterly useless. The man, with a face full of anger, covered his nose with a handkerchief in one hand and reached out to grab me with the other. I immediately used grappling, but considering that it could break his wrist, I hesitated as I touched his skin. In that moment, his iron claws had reached me and, like an eagle snatching a chick, pulled me to his side.
When I practiced kung fu in the past, my master had said, "One strength subdues ten techniques," meaning that if there was a huge gap in strength between two opponents, the weaker one could not withstand a hit from the stronger, no matter how many moves they knew. Now, I fully realized this truth.
So I didn't struggle and just hung from his hand. Oh, you're strong, huh? Then just hang me up; who's afraid of whom? This is a society governed by the rule of socialism; could he kill me in broad daylight? I didn't believe it!
The man looked up for a few moments, then finally took down his handkerchief and looked down at me. From his expression, I could tell he was infuriated to the point of madness, but for some reason, I took quite a mischievous pleasure in his anger.
Actually, upon closer inspection, this guy wasn't bad looking at all: his eyebrows were fuzzy and of just the right thickness, slightly close to his eyes, making them appear deep and stern. Although his nose was comically swollen, both his nose and lips were quite attractive. Hmm, his nose had already stopped bleeding; not bad clotting.
"Who are you?" he demanded angrily, his voice quite pleasant, but I despised his condescending attitude.
"None of your business! Is this your turf? Mind your own business!" I continued to hang there, glaring back at him.
"Correct, this is my turf."
"Just blow it out your ear, you, acting all high and mighty as just a security guard. Are you kidding me? I'm telling you, let go of me! My clothes are very expensive. You couldn't compensate for them even if you sold all the blood on your body, not to mention the blood you already lost from your nosebleed."
The man was taken aback, seemingly surprised that I called him a security guard. But he didn't explain, only scoffed coldly and ignored me, then casually threw me aside, as if trying to make me stumble. But I had trained well and smoothly steadied myself, giving him an infuriating smile.
"Throw her out!" he told the security guards.
The five security guards nodded obediently. However, considering my display of prowess when I used StellaLuna's shoes as a secret weapon earlier, they hesitated to approach immediately. One who seemed to be the leader kept bowing to the man, "Lin Fuzhong, sorry about this. We didn't know this wild woman and wild dog got in; we'll throw her out immediately."
His cheeks were swollen from a slap, making his speech unclear, but I heard him apologizing, "Vice President Lin, sorry." However, it was clear when he called me a wild woman, lumping me in the same category as the wild dog.
Such a term was close to an insult, and anger surged from my heart while fury edged into my courage. Just as I was about to fight, the phrase "Vice President Lin" suddenly became vividly clear in my mind, startling me.
Isn't Vice President Lin my Xiu Xiu? Had this man staged a coup? Who on earth is he?
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