Chapter 32: Father! Great-Aunt!

Wang Minghui fixed his gaze on Chu Yu. "Then I'll start with you."

He raised his stick and swung it at Chu Yu's head.

"Ah—" Yao Panpan squeezed her eyes shut in terror.

Chu Yu was frozen in place, too stunned to react. Suddenly, a figure stepped in front of him.

"Shen Qing?"

Everyone else was taken aback as well—wasn't Shen Qing just standing next to Nie Huan? How did she end up in front of Chu Yu in a flash?

No one was more shocked than Wang Minghui. The girl appeared to catch his stick effortlessly. No matter how hard he pressed down or tried to yank it free, she didn't budge an inch!

"Bro Hui, what are you doing? Playing around with a pretty girl now?" The lackeys assumed Wang Minghui was just stalling for attention.

Wang Minghui cursed inwardly, straining with all his might, but the stick remained rooted in Shen Qing's grasp. His face turned crimson from the effort.

"You..." Chu Yu opened his mouth but couldn't find the words.

"Pathetic," Shen Qing said coolly, pushing forward with casual ease.

Wang Minghui, still clutching the stick, stumbled back several steps. Only with the help of his followers did he manage to steady himself.

"She's... really strong..." The chubby boy finally managed to stammer.

"You'd better stop refusing a toast and accept your punishment instead!"

Humiliated, Wang Minghui's irritation grew, his eyes flashing with menace as he glared at Shen Qing.

Shen Qing shrugged off her school jacket, revealing two snow-white arms. Underneath, she wore a simple white T-shirt tucked into her uniform pants, making her long legs all the more striking.

"Enough talking." She tossed the jacket to Yao Panpan standing behind her, loosened up her joints, and strode toward Wang Minghui's crew.

"Wait..." Chu Yu tried to stop her, but Shen Qing had already kicked someone flying.

The boys from Class Three watched as the gangsters fell one after another, then looked at the girl whose fists moved as fast as the wind...

Was she mowing down these thugs as easily as cutting chives?

Wang Minghui, holding a knife, tried to sneak up from behind.

Chu Yu gasped, but before he could shout a warning, Shen Qing turned and kicked. The knife in Wang Minghui's hand flew out, the twenty-centimeter blade embedding itself entirely in a wooden crate by the wall!

Wang Minghui: !

The others: !

The chubby boy glanced at Nie Huan, who remained as calm as ever, and suddenly understood: Maybe Sister Huan treated Shen Qing so well simply because she couldn't beat her!

Shen Qing's fighting ability was truly off the charts.

Clutching his numb right hand, Wang Minghui glanced at his groaning followers sprawled across the ground. Terror gripped his heart. His knees buckled, and he collapsed, voice trembling with tears.

"Daddy! Auntie! Please, let me go! I was wrong!"

The lackeys: !

Chu Yu and the others: !

Shen Qing looked down at him, then turned to Nie Huan, whose eyes were fixed on her.

"Whose hand was broken?" Shen Qing asked coldly, sending a chill through Wang Minghui—this was the end for him!

"Wang Minghui, it was... that coward," Chu Yu answered for Nie Huan, barely suppressing a laugh at the sight of Wang Minghui's pathetic state.

Seeing Shen Qing's gaze sweep his way, Wang Minghui was on the verge of tears.

Hadn't that little girl called the police? Why hadn't the cops arrived yet?

"Auntie..." Wang Minghui dared not meet Shen Qing's eyes; they were icy, as if she were looking at a corpse.

Shen Qing narrowed her eyes and kicked him over. Wang Minghui collapsed, too frightened to make a sound.

His lackeys scrambled away, afraid to get caught up in the mess.

"Break your left hand, hmm?"

Wang Minghui nodded frantically; how could he refuse?

Just then, the wail of police sirens echoed from outside the alley.

A flash of hope crossed Wang Minghui's eyes—the police had finally arrived!

"Don't get excited," Shen Qing said carelessly, raising her foot and stomping down.

"Ah—"

A shriek rang out as several uniformed officers hurried their pace. Whoever dared to commit assault even after hearing the sirens must be a real menace.

The lead officer gripped his baton and was the first to rush into the alley.

"Nobody move! Hands on your heads and squat down!"