Capítulo 46: Chapter 46: Both of them have the same nature!
Nancheng District, Lianming Street
Lou Huiying, clad in a black dress and carrying a metal baseball bat, sauntered out of a restaurant, a toothpick dangling from her lips as she cleaned her teeth. Her messy, bird nest-like blond hair contrasted sharply with the ornate crown of black flowers perched atop her head—a crown that looked more like it had been stolen from a princess than worn by one.
"Where to next..." she mused aloud, her gaze sweeping over the street. Anyone who met her eyes quickly averted their gaze, fear evident in their every movement. Lou Huiying relished the power she wielded, her eyes narrowing in satisfaction.
The thrill of doing whatever she wanted, this street was hers! She could dine at a restaurant, demand money from the owner, and if they refused—smash their skulls in with her bat. Sing at a KTV, demand payment, and if denied, smash their skulls in again. Find a man at a club, demand money after spending a night together, and if he hesitates; you get the idea!
This world was hers to shape and destroy, but it wasn't enough. She craved more; more streets to control, more money to extort, more heads to bash, and more men to please her insatiable desires.
"Hey, Sister Lou, take care," the middle-aged, slightly bald restaurant owner called out, bowing as she left.
Lou Huiying paused, her memory jogged by the sight of him. She pressed a hand down on his head, her grip tightening like a vise. "Where are your two sons today?" she asked, her voice dripping with sinister intent.
The boss stiffened, understanding her implication. "They're resting today," he stammered nervously.
Lou Huiying's grip tightened, and he could feel his skull might crack under the pressure. "Whichever one you want, I'll call him over," the man whimpered, his voice trembling with fear.
Leaning in closer, Lou Huiying grinned menacingly, her eyes wide and wild, saliva glistening on her lips. "I'll take both of them."
The boss swallowed hard, dread coursing through him.
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Outside Lianming Street, a dozen gang members, armed with an assortment of weapons, strode confidently onto the street. Their leader, a middle-aged man with a dragon tattoo across his shoulder, wore a black sleeveless sweatshirt.
"This time, with Brother Duan's help, that crazy bitch Lou Huiying is finished!" one of the gang members crowed.
"She dared to mess with our Razor Gang? She's asking for death!" another chimed in.
"I want payback, Brother Duan! She shoved a baseball bat up my ass—I haven't been able to sit right since!" one more whined, his voice trembling with anger.
Duan Kaiping, their leader, frowned at the noisy complaints. His master, Jiao Hongyuan, had advised him to keep a low profile, warning of the dangers they faced. Yet, trouble had found him regardless. No one knew where Lou Huiying had come from, but her audacity had pushed even the Razor Gang to its limits.
Lianming Street was part of his territory, and he collected protection fees there. Now, with Lou Huiying encroaching, he had no choice but to act.
"Quiet!" Duan Kaiping barked.
The group fell silent. 'Idiots,' he thought. They couldn't even handle a single woman, and now it was up to him to take care of it.
He remembered a previous incident where they had failed to catch a single student and had been humiliated. Irritated, he pulled out a cigarette, letting one of his more attentive lackeys light it for him.
Just then, an ordinary-looking teenager wearing glasses walked by. Duan Kaiping felt a flicker of recognition but dismissed it, focusing instead on his orders. "When the fight starts, stay out of my way," he warned.
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"Hmm?" Xue Jing turned to notice the group. Some faces looked familiar—they were the ones who had tried to abduct him outside Pei Youguang's house.
Recognizing Duan Kaiping as their leader, Xue Jing pushed his glasses up, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes. "Interesting," he murmured. He circled through an alley to come up behind Duan Kaiping and his gang, trailing them quietly.
Word of the Razor Gang's arrival quickly reached Lou Huiying. She was smoking by the restaurant entrance, daydreaming about her next conquest when one of her men came running over, panting, "Big sister, Duan Kaiping from the Razor Gang is here!"
"Who?" Lou Huiying asked, barely interested. Ever since she had donned the crown, her strength had grown exponentially. She felt invincible.
Duan Kaiping? He was nothing to her!
"He's a core member of the Razor Gang," her lackey fretted. "Rumor has it he can decapitate someone with his bare hands! He's here with his gang. We should run!"
Lou Huiying sneered, picking up her bat as she strolled outside. She'd have fun smashing this Duan guy's head in.
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Duan Kaiping arrived at the street and quickly spotted the blond woman wielding a bat—Lou Huiying. He approached her, intent on putting her in her place.
As they closed the distance, Lou Huiying's expression soured with disappointment.
"You bitch, I hear you've been causing trouble," Duan Kaiping said, trying to sound menacing as he took a drag from his cigarette. He intended to deliver a threatening speech, establish the Razor Gang's dominance, and make an example of her.
But before he could get another word out, a metallic whoosh cut through the air, Lou Huiying had swung her bat at him! Duan Kaiping ducked instinctively, the bat narrowly missing his head but grazing his scalp, leaving a sharp stinging sensation.
Feeling the bare skin where his hair had been shaved off, Duan Kaiping's fury ignited. "You're dead!" he roared, his palms coming together like blades as he lunged at her.
His Golden Wind and White Rainbow Sword technique was lethal, capable of slicing through metal and flesh alike. But to his shock, his strike barely left a scratch on her neck.
His eyes widened in disbelief—this woman wasn't ordinary!
Lou Huiying swung the bat again, even faster this time, with terrifying force. Duan Kaiping tried to dodge, but suddenly a stone struck his thigh, shot with the precision and power of a bullet. The impact left a bloody hole in his leg.
He screamed in agony, stumbling just as Lou Huiying's bat connected with his head, sending him crashing through a barber shop window. He lay there, motionless and bleeding on the floor.
"Brother Duan!!" his followers cried out, panic surging through them as they watched their leader fall.
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