“Didn’t expect you four little bastards to be hiding so deep!” Number One, Zhou Wei, slowly approached Ragna, seemingly afflicted with the villainous over-talk syndrome.
Hua Ru secretly hoped that guy would keep talking; that way, she could buy some time. She was definitely no match for Zhou Wei. As long as the two thugs recovered, the situation could be turned around.
“That’s because you’re too stupid. We guessed you were a cop from the start. Now it’s time to close the net.”
The moment she spoke, her tone was condescending as ever. Xukesi almost wanted to slap her—why rile that man up at a time like this? Couldn’t she say something softer? Ease the tension instead of making it worse?
“Damn you, little bitch, let’s see how long you can stay cocky.” Zhou Wei was already furious and humiliated, and her words only poured fuel on the fire. But surprisingly, he didn’t lose his head and stuck to the plan—first snatching the knife, then counterattacking.
Just as the man reached out for the kitchen knife on the ground, Hua Ru sensed the helplessness in Xukesi’s heart. He was clearly scared, but he had no choice but to step up.
Stepping forward, she raised the frying spatula in an attacking stance, trying to intimidate the burly man in camouflage.
Zhou Wei didn’t let up. Seeing this, he immediately stopped, his body suddenly shifting as he shouted, “Woda!”
Hua Ru jumped in fright, retreating two quick steps like a startled bird. She didn’t want to be beaten with Jeet Kune Do techniques—just look at those two on the ground as examples.
But were those two really knocked out? Apparently not. They had seemed down, but it turned out Ragna was acting. Lying on the ground as if unable to get up, he covered his face with one hand, leaving a narrow gap to sneak a peek sideways!
Seeing Zhou Wei’s attention shift to Hua Ru, he rolled over to the kitchen knife, snatched it first, but before he could strike, Zhou Wei kicked him, sending him flying and slumping unconscious by the bathroom door.
That brat Xukesi was acting too. Taking advantage of Zhou Wei’s attack on Ragna, he quickly got to his feet, showing no sign of injury.
By the time Zhou Wei realized, the black dagger was already at his throat. In desperation, he raised his left hand to block—the dagger didn’t pierce the military camouflage vest.
Then Zhou Wei punched Xukesi squarely in the chest. Though not fatal, Xukesi fell down, groaning in pain, coughing up thick blood with every breath.
Hua Ru didn’t hesitate. While Xukesi attacked, she launched a sneak strike, almost identical to before.
Her frying spatula made a shallow cut on Zhou Wei’s neck—not deep, just breaking the skin.
She hadn’t used this body for long, still adjusting to her height, so her strikes were naturally inaccurate.
This act of pouring oil on the fire thoroughly enraged Zhou Wei, who shouted again, “Woda!”
Hearing this yell, Hua Ru panicked. She couldn’t read Zhou Wei’s moves at all and instinctively raised both arms to protect her face.
But the man really did aim for her face. His right hook, full of power, landed precisely on her left arm, which shielded her left cheek. She fell like a kite with a broken string, sliding to the wall before stopping and losing consciousness.
Let’s watch that punch in slow motion.
At 100 times slower speed, you can clearly see Zhou Wei’s face covered in blood, distorted by rage. His right-hand muscles bulge as if about to burst, filled with sheer power.
The fist first made contact with Hua Ru’s left arm, protecting her left cheek.
Some say a person’s true expression flashes by in just 0.5 seconds. Hua Ru’s was exactly that.
At 100x slow motion, her expression starts relatively calm. As the fist presses deeper, physics dictates the force hasn’t fully transmitted to her face yet. Gradually, her left arm is forced down, pressed tightly against her left cheek.
Now the force begins to transfer to her face itself, visibly denting and deforming it—like when a pillow indents under your head’s weight.
Her left cheek caved in like a pillow, distorted.
Experts say true expressions only last half a second. Hua Ru’s was one of utter confusion—more blank than neutral.
Such moments are rare to witness, but here, slowed down 100 times, you see the real agony of a beautiful girl’s face deforming from a blow and the unacted expression of an Oscar-worthy actor.
As time progresses, the force spreads through her entire head. Only then does her head move, falling in a direction, with her deformed face slowly returning to normal.
Time returns to normal.
Hua Ru did indeed faint, but only for about twenty seconds before regaining consciousness.
A piercing pain shot through her left arm, making her wonder if it was broken.
She slightly lifted her eyelids and saw Zhou Wei from the chest down.
The man held Ragna’s bone-cutting kitchen knife, swinging it a few times.
His fluid and graceful movements were incredibly impressive—worlds apart from the two weaklings who wielded knives earlier.
“Damn morons. You think you’re tough enough to kill me?” The man was arrogant; having taken down three alone, he was sure victory was near for the righteous side.
First, he faced Xukesi, coughing up blood on the ground, caressed the bone-cutting kitchen knife in his hand, thought for a moment, then looked at the unconscious Ragna by the bathroom door.
Finally, he turned toward Hua Ru.
Yes, the girl’s outfit was too provocative.
Even without Zhang Huiran’s kind of flirtatious aura, just a glance was enough to ignite desire, impossible to quell. His crotch noticeably bulged.
Damn it!
Hua Ru understood his intentions—lust had taken over.
Though inwardly cursing, she was also grateful. This was an opportunity.
As he walked closer, the kitchen knife dangling over her head, she feared Zhou Wei might go beyond lust and turn murderous. Seconds passed with no further move.
Just as her fear peaked and she planned a frontal assault, a strange sensation came over her—the man actually reached to touch her chest.
But only one hand. Zhou Wei was still somewhat cautious, not lowering the knife in his right hand.
After a few touches, apparently not satisfied, his movements grew bolder, pinching as if playing with a toy.
Hua Ru felt a ticklish, tingling sensation, her body growing weak. She endured it; the time wasn’t right yet—the man still held the kitchen knife.
“You little bitch, you just got cocky!” Zhou Wei snatched the frying spatula from her hand and threw it far away, then tried to rip her clothes.
But the material was clearly system-made. Despite several tugs causing pain, the fabric wouldn’t tear, not even the bone-cutting kitchen knife could cut through.
With no choice, he cursed and put down the knife, using both hands to start removing her clothes.