When Chu Che saw that bird, a lot flashed through his mind at once.
New grudges, old hatreds surged up.
That "dumbass" bird was unbearably annoying.
He glanced at the man wearing the baseball cap. Although most of his face was hidden beneath the cap, Chu Che still found him extremely repulsive.
"Restricted area ahead, everyone get off the vehicle for inspection!"
An armed guard stepped forward and shouted through a megaphone.
Chen Ye and the others complied without complaint.
They all climbed down.
The man with the bird perched on his shoulder walked over with a pleasant smile.
Only then did everyone get a real look at him.
He appeared to be about fifty years old, very thin. On top he wore a black tailcoat, below he had neat, well-pressed black trousers, and on his feet were a pair of reddish-brown monk shoes.
He looked like a circus animal trainer.
As he came closer, the baseball cap on his head transformed into a black silk top hat.
Clearly, the hat was a Wonder.
A kind smile sat on the man's face, but the bird on his shoulder had clearly recognized Chen Ye and the others.
That hateful bird cocked its head and sized up Chu Che, making Chu Che's face darken.
At that moment—
"Rumble…"
Before anyone could fully examine this "base," a bear-like, muscular man shot out from the base like a cannonball.
"Crack…"
A thick wooden mast about fifty centimeters in diameter was smashed to splinters.
The two banners on it became like kites that had lost their lines, torn from the broken mast and flung into the air.
The man screamed, spraying a mouthful of blood into the sky, staining the blue with a splash of red.
Shouts rose from the base as if some indescribable horror had been unleashed inside.
The man crashed through the mast, and when he hit the ground his body carved a long furrow into it.
"You bitch, I— I won't accept this…"
He flipped up into a sitting position with a graceless motion, blood at the corner of his mouth, arrogance written across his face.
He stood about 1.7 meters tall but was extraordinarily bulky, skin dark as if forged from iron. Compared with ordinary people, he was two or three widths larger.
"Come on—"
Before he could finish the sentence, a flash of red shot forward like a laser blast.
His words were cut off as a single heavy punch sent him flying.
The man screamed again. The red figure followed, a long leg shining coldly white raised high.
She wore crystal high heels on her feet.
Her jet-black hair traced a perfect arc through the air.
Her face was flawless.
Her curves were incomparable.
Her red backless cheongsam minidress hugged her, and a slender knife hung at her waist.
If she wasn't the violent seductive woman Jiang Rou, who else could she be?
"Boom!~~~"
Everyone gasped.
That seemingly fragile long leg slammed violently into the bear-like man's body.
It looked like this one kick could pulverize him into a spray of blood.
He screamed and spat blood again, rocketing toward the ground like a fired cannonball.
Before he could land, the red figure had already appeared at his expected impact point.
Jiang Rou drew the slender knife from her waist and gripped it with both hands like a baseball bat.
"You bitch…"
Like a tower of iron, the man quickly sprouted a patch of black armor on his body.
Guardian Sequence?
Chen Ye's eyelids twitched.
Jiang Rou narrowed her eyes when she saw the small patch of black armor and tightened her grip on the slender knife.
She struck that patch with all her force.
A scream, and the iron-tower man was blasted into the air again.
But the small patch of black armor did not break.
Before the man could rejoice, Jiang Rou snorted coldly.
Something unpleasant had evidently been stirred in her memory, and her force increased another notch.
She chased him and hammered that patch of black armor again.
Once, twice, three times…
That tiny patch of black armor stubbornly protected his body.
At last, a trace of triumph began to curl at the corner of the man's mouth.
Jiang Rou’s blows grew heavier and heavier.
Before his smile could fully spread, it twisted into terror.
Cracks appeared in the black armor.
Unable to withstand the relentless pounding, the armor shattered into fragments and dissipated.
Maybe the man's sequence rank was insufficient.
Or perhaps Jiang Rou was simply too powerful.
"Boom!~~~"
Blood sprayed like mist.
"Ah!~~~"
Without the black armor shielding him, he became the woman's personal punching bag.
No matter how he struggled, he could not escape the beatdown.
He never even had a chance to hit the ground.
Each brutal strike hurled him back into the sky.
His screams grew more agonizing with every blow.
Jiang Rou clearly had no intention of letting up.
Each strike she landed combined exquisite seduction with ruthless violence.
The seduction came from her striking beauty and the provocative red backless cheongsam minidress that left little to the imagination; glance too carelessly and you'd see things you shouldn't. But if you looked closely, you'd still feel like you had seen nothing at all.
As for the violence…
Screams, a tooth flying past Chen Ye's face with a smear of blood, and the contorted expressions of bystanders.
"Who the hell is this? So ruthless! She even beat Xiong Baochun! He's from the Silent Council!"
"Shh… shut up, you idiot, that's Jiang the Great Demon — be careful she hears you!"
"Jiang the Great Demon? I've never heard that name. You aren't pulling my leg, are you?"
"She only arrived a few days ago. Rumor says several groups have already been beaten by her. She's vicious, keep your voice down!"
"She just came and dares to be so arrogant?!"
"Because she is Jiang the Great Demon!"
"Rumble…"
Before their voices died down, the burly man called Xiong Baochun was slammed into the ground by one of Jiang Rou's high kicks so hard that it created a large crater.
A bear-like strongman lay pitifully in the middle of the hole, his face swollen into a pork-like mask.
Jiang Rou stood beside him and clapped her hands with nonchalance.
"Xiong brat, you give up or not?"
The bear-man struggled, lifting his head with stubborn eyes fixed on Jiang Rou.
His eyes were swollen like bulbs, his mouth looked like two sausages.
There was nothing attractive about his head.
"I… I refuse!"
The pathetic man gritted his teeth and spat out four words.
Jiang Rou wasn't angry; she smiled and lifted her long leg again. The crystal high heels flashed a cruel brilliance in the sun.
At the sight, the surrounding onlookers instinctively crossed their legs, visibly shaken.
"You…"
The bear-man's eyes showed panic. Then…
His head lolled to one side and he actually passed out!
Jiang Rou lowered her leg, bored. She looked as elegant as a swan: "Boring, not worth fighting."
Chen Ye stepped back slightly and moved the crowd behind him for protection.
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