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Lou Huiying, dressed in a black dress, stepped out of a restaurant holding a metal baseball bat in one hand and picking her teeth with a toothpick in the other.

Her hair was dyed a bright gold, looking dry and disheveled, a bit like a bird\'s nest.

On her head, she wore a delicate tiara carved with black flowers, but her eyes were too shadowy, making her look not like a princess but more like a wicked witch who had stolen the princess\'s tiara.

"Where to go next, hmm..."

She murmured softly to herself, scanning her surroundings with eyes that made anyone who met her gaze shudder immediately and hastily look away.

Seeming to relish the fear she inspired, Lou Huiying\'s eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

The feeling of doing whatever she wanted was just too damn good.

This street was all hers!

Whatever she wanted to do, she\'d do it!

Go to a restaurant to eat, and after eating, demand money from the owner; if they don\'t pay up, bust their head!

Sing at a KTV, and afterward, demand money from the owner; if they don\'t pay up, bust their head!

Go to a club to find a man, get satisfied, then demand money; if they don\'t pay up, get satisfied once more!

This world was just too fucking perfect!

But that wasn\'t enough!

She wanted more, to control even more streets, take even more money, bust even more heads, screw even more men!

"Hey, Lou, take care."

The middle-aged, somewhat balding restaurant owner stood at the doorway, bowing and scraping to Lou Huiying.

Seeing him reminded Lou Huiying of something, and she stretched out a hand, pressing it on the owner\'s head.

Gripping his skull, she licked her lips and said:

"Your two sons, why didn\'t I see them today?"

The owner\'s mouth twitched, understanding her implication.

"Umm, they both had the day off today..."

Lou Huiying\'s hand, which was gripping his head, began to tighten, like a vice grip, making the owner feel as if his skull was gradually cracking open, and he couldn\'t help but cry out in pain.

"Stop, stop stop stop! I get it, get it, Lou, I understand, I understand!"

Feeling the vice grip on his head slightly relax, the owner breathed a sigh of relief and fearfully said:

"You... whichever one you want, I\'ll call him over."

Lou Huiying\'s eyes flicked up.

"Which one?"

She got close to the owner, glared at him with wide eyes, and a grotesque smile stretched across her face as saliva kept dripping out:

"I fuck both of them all the same!"

Owner: "..."

...

Outside Lianming Street, more than a dozen gang members armed with various weapons walked with aggressive intent towards the street.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a black sleeveless tank top with a dragon tattoo that extended over his shoulder.

"With Duan heading the charge this time, that crazy bitch Lou Huiying is as good as dead!"

"This worthless woman dares to mess with our Razor Gang; she must really be sick of living!"

"Damn it, she actually shoved that baseball bat up my ass; my butt still hasn\'t clamped shut. Duan\'s got to get revenge for me, I\'m gonna fucking puncture her too!"

Duan Kaiping frowned as he heard the noisy shouting of his underlings.

He had been warned by his master Jiao Hongyuan that they were in a crucial period, and his disciples should try not to cause trouble and keep the Razor Gang members under control.

Alas, he had avoided looking for trouble, but trouble had found him.

This crazy woman Lou Huiying had emerged from God knows where, acting outrageously, even daring to ride roughshod over the Razor Gang.

A portion of Lianming Street was under his watch, and all protection money usually flowed to him, but now this woman had snatched it all away.

If he didn\'t make a stand now, he would look even more cowardly in the eyes of others, which would be strange.

So today, he had reluctantly prepared to take matters into his own hands and kill this woman.

"Shut up, all of you."

Duan Kaiping snapped irritably.

Seeing him flare up, the underlings immediately shut their mouths.

A bunch of useless idiots.

Duan Kaiping cursed inwardly.

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Can\'t even handle a woman, and now Laozi has to do it himself.

Before too, couldn\'t catch a damn student, got pelted with a few rocks and flopped around like a dog.

He irritably reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes, and put one in his mouth.

A sharp-witted underling immediately pulled out a lighter and lit it for him.

He took a deep drag of the cigarette and exhaled a cloud of white smoke.

At this moment, a normal-looking young man with glasses walked past him, Duan Kaiping gave him a glance, felt a sense of familiarity but didn\'t pay much attention, and instead turned to his underlings and instructed:

"When the fight starts, you guys just watch from the side, don\'t fuck things up for Laozi..."

...

"Huh?"

Xue Jing turned to look at this group of street youngsters.

A few of them looked familiar to him.

They seemed to be the ones who had wanted to kidnap him when he left Pei Youguang\'s house that day.

So the leader of this group, \'Duan\', was obviously Duan Kaiping.

Xue Jing pushed up his glasses on his nose, which glinted slightly under the sunlight.

"Interesting."

He thought for a moment, then walked into an alley, made a circle, and came up behind Duan Kaiping and his group, following them from a distance.

News of the Razor Gang coming to cause trouble quickly reached Lou Huiying\'s ears.

Just sitting at the entrance of the restaurant smoking and wondering how to beat two with one, Lou Huiying suddenly saw one of her underlings run over, gasping for breath:

"Boss Lady, not good, Duan Kaiping from the Razor Gang is here!"

Lou Huiying raised an eye, indifferent, "Duan Kaiping? Who\'s that jackass?"

Ever since she put on this accessory, she felt she was getting stronger at an exaggerated speed daily.

She was fucking Wonder Woman herself!

Duan Kaiping? Even Duan Zhengchun would die if he came!

"He\'s a core member of the Razor Gang, they say he can chop off heads with his palms, a tough guy indeed!"

The underling said anxiously.

"They\'re already outside now, Boss Lady, let\'s scram!"

Lou Huiying snorted, didn\'t speak, picked up the metal baseball bat in her hand, and headed straight outside.

Before a 1V2, smashing a head as an appetizer isn\'t bad.

If this Duan... Duan Zhengchun? is good looking enough, then it\'ll be a 1V3!

Three, I\'d handle the same way!

Black mist began to seep out from the crown on Lou Huiying\'s head, and she suddenly felt her strength increase further.

On the other side, Duan Kaiping had already arrived inside the street, and from afar, he saw a woman with a baseball bat, her hair full of blonde strands, immediately realizing she was the target and quickly walked towards her.

The two approached each other and sized up one another. Lou Huiying had a look of disappointment on her face.

"You stinking whore, I heard you\'re quite bold," Duan Kaiping squinted, taking a drag of his cigarette, about to drop some classic tough-talk and assert the Razor Gang\'s prestige to the onlooking street residents.

But before he had barely finished speaking, a howl followed and a metal baseball bat flew towards his forehead at high speed.

Duan Kaiping\'s heart raced, instinctively ducking his head; the bat skimmed his scalp, bringing a sting of pain.

He touched the fresh bald spot on his head, his anger ignited.

"You bitch, asking for it!"

He quickly brought his hands together as if they were a blade, and slashed at Lou Huiying.

Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword, better with no blade than having one, possessing a sharp Power that could sever steel, although Duan Kaiping hadn\'t reached such a level, cutting through flesh was still easy.

However, to his surprise, when his hand blade struck Lou Huiying\'s neck, it was like hitting a tree stump wrapped in thick cowhide, making a crunching sound and only leaving a slight red mark.

Duan Kaiping immediately realized something was off; this woman wasn\'t right!

At that moment, the baseball bat swung at him again, incredibly fast. Although it came in a brute and straightforward manner, by the sound of it, one knew the force was terrifying, definitely not to be taken head-on.

As Duan Kaiping prepared to dodge, a loud "pang" exploded from his thigh.

A rock the size of a thumb, not knowing where it came from, hit him in the thigh, penetrating it like a bullet and leaving a bloody hole.

After being hit, Duan Kaiping screamed, his movement paused, and the howling bat immediately hit his head, flinging him seven or eight meters away, crashing through a barber shop\'s glass and falling inside, motionless, his life or death unknown.

"Brother Duan!!"

All the underlings were instantly shocked.

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