Chapter 18 (1/2)

n.o.ble Gentleman Qing Lu

Walking out from the little public house, Pang Wan’s face is flushed red, her steps staggering.

“You a.s.shole!” She hiccups, kicking at the rubble by the side of the road.

“You wooden block!” She then mercilessly stomps at the pile of innocent stones a few times.

“I hate you to death la!” Stomping her other foot onto it too, she makes a few jumps on the rubble pile.

“Ow!” Crouching down to hold her ankle —— got too worked up that even her joint had been twisted.

“Where did this little lady come from, why are you here all alone?”

The moment she lowered her head to inspect her injury, three big burly men armed with knives had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Pang Wan locks her brows together, and does not answer.

“Tut-tut, little lady here has quite the pretty figure, raise your head for me to see?” A hairy arm reaches over, intending to lift her chin.

Pang Wan moves her face away without losing composure.

“Oh? A shy one too!” The owner of the arm widely grins, speckles of spit accompanying a stinking fishy smell comes spewing out, “Old man, I, just values the shy ones most!” As he says this, the tip of his knives picks at Pang Wan’s collar.

Pang Wan was just distressing over having no place to vent her anger, when her eyes see that group of perverts voluntarily send themselves forward, desperately asking for misfortune to fall upon them, her one flip of a hand knocks the handle of the knife and sends it flying to the ground.

“A clear path leading to heaven, yet you don’t go; h.e.l.l has no doors, yet you insist on coming!”

Under the bright and clear moon, she raises the golden whip as she stands straight, expression at freezing point like the frost in the twelfth lunar month: “Great-Aunt shall teach you all a lesson today!”

The burly men holding knives were initially stunned, but then mutually eyes one another meaningfully, with one roar, they all come lunging towards Pang Wan at the same time.

The four people embroiled in a fight, Pang Wan relies on her tipsiness to execute her attacks mercilessly, with great accuracy, very quickly gaining the upper hand.

In the dark corners of the alley, not far away, there is a pair of raptured eyes quietly watching this entire scene.

In the end, just before one hooligan was going to fall to the ground, the owner of that pair of eyes suddenly speaks up:

“Add five people, top cla.s.s.”

Eyes seeing victory in sight, Pang Wan had just wanted to withdraw her hands and leave, when another several men in black of unknown ident.i.ty, suddenly appears. They do not even say a single word and come launching their attacks at her, each and every move deadly and vicious, aiming for an absolute kill.

The martial arts of these few people are far above the hooligans from before, Pang Wan had sprained her ankle, her fired up impulse from alcohol influence, is gradually straining her energy as she continues to cope.

Her mind slightly sways, and suddenly a sword diagonally brushes past her cheek, cutting off half a strand of black hair.

A moment of panic flashes within those almond eyes, before it shoots out raging flames —— dares to attack her face? These people actually dare to harm her cute and beautiful face? One must know that bad guys can hit anywhere, just aren’t allowed to harm the face which she needs to fulfil the accomplishment of obtaining a dominant position!

Only hearing a sound of “pa”, the golden whip mercilessly lashes out towards that person who had almost cut her, that person is shaken into taking around ten steps back, a big mouthful of blood spraying out.

“Cut her face!” That person covers his chest as he shakily shouts out, heroically falling to the ground.

The remaining men in black instantly changes their tactics, manoeuvring all sorts of weapons in consecutively striking towards her face —— sword, sabre, claw, hook, pin, stick, club, spear, trident, hoops —— very much carrying the meaning of definitely not giving up unless they manage to tear up her face.

With her weakness seized, Pang Wan can only sway left and flash right to try her hardest in avoiding the attacks, the alcohol in her stomach practically about to be thrown up from the excessive movements, the moment she could no longer tolerate it anymore, the little red needle in her sleeve quietly slips out.

A sudden burst of chilly wind sweeps past, the men in black on scene are rendered absolutely motionless, as though they had an immobilising curse casted on them.

“Lady, has been startled.” A pale faced male in grey clothing lands on the ground and turns around, slowly holding his clenched fist out in salute to Pang Wan.

Pang Wan does not answer, only tightly clenching her teeth as her chest rises and falls, constantly exhaling in heavy breaths.

“I have already hit their acupoints, the culprits have been subdued now, lady needs not worry.”

The man in grey once again respectfully salutes her, refined and well mannered.

“Why save me?” Pang Wan coldly looks at him, maintaining her on-offense posture, expression yet to show the slightest of easing.

The man in grey sounds a coa.r.s.e “ha-ha” laugh, pointing his finger behind her: “This is the command of my Young Master.”

Eyes following his finger, Pang Wan finds that at the end of the alley, don’t know when a grandly sized horse carriage had quietly stopped there. That carriage is very strange, from the horses to the carriage itself, all is completely black, even the coachman’s face is covered in a black hood-mask, the entire carriage looking just like a ride for a ghost king, having just travelled out from h.e.l.l.

“Reporting to Young Master, the person had already been saved, brought to you safe and sound.”

The man in grey reports to the horse carriage from a distant.

After a moment of silence, a corner of the black as ink curtain is suddenly lifted, exposing the rays of dim yellow lighting inside.

“Lady, please.” The man in grey respectfully gestures to Pang Wan.

Pang Wan looks back at the man in grey, lips spreading into a smile as radiant as the flowers in spring.