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"Clapping hands"... "Inch punch"... These two are among the most basic and core techniques in Wing Chun! One is used for defense and deflection, the other for close-range attacks. Especially the "inch punch," with its short range yet explosive power and penetrating force!

Even for her, it would be extremely difficult to use the inch punch so smoothly and precisely in actual combat! Perhaps only her long-retired master could use the inch punch to such a level of effortless and instantaneous power!

This Qin Luo… he'd been hiding his true abilities all along?! He's not some brute who only knows military boxing! He actually possesses profound knowledge of authentic and seasoned Wing Chun?! And his skill level… might even surpass mine?!
This realization sent Night Rose's heart plummeting. Previously, her greatest advantage in suppressing Qin Luo lay in Qin Luo's predictable and easily countered style of fighting. Now, with her opponent unleashing equally exquisite, and perhaps even superior, Wing Chun, all her advantages vanished! Even more terrifying was that her opponent already possessed superior strength and reflexes!

Qin Luo landed a successful blow but did not pursue. He simply slowly withdrew his fist, resuming his "asking for directions" stance, and calmly looked at Night Rose, as if his earth-shattering punch had been merely a casual remark. However, Night Rose could sense that his aura was steadily rising, like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed!

"Who...who exactly are you? Who taught you Wing Chun?"

Despite the sharp pain in her chest and the churning of her blood, Night Rose asked in a trembling voice.

She simply couldn't understand how someone so young could have mastered Wing Chun to such a level. Unless they started practicing from the womb!

Qin Luo did not answer her question, but simply said...

"Now, it's my turn."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Luo moved! This time, he wasn't defending and counterattacking, but taking the initiative to attack! His footwork was agile and unpredictable, instantly closing in on Night Rose, his hands moving like butterflies flitting among flowers, unleashing a continuous barrage of attacks!

"Binding Hands" caught Night Rose's hasty parry and then wrapped and pressed her down!
"Geng Lan Shou" deflected Night Rose's attempted counterattack with an elbow strike, leaving her wide open!
The "Neck-Slaying Hand" slashed towards Night Rose's fair neck like a knife, startling her so much that she hurriedly leaned back, breaking out in a cold sweat!
The "pointing finger" swiftly struck a vital acupoint under her ribs, and although it wasn't used with full force, it still made her groan in pain!
Qin Luo displayed his newly acquired Proficiency-level Wing Chun to its fullest extent! He executed various moves with ease, the transitions were smooth and natural, and his power was a perfect blend of softness and strength, combining offense and defense! Every move and stance deeply embodied the essence of Wing Chun: close-quarters combat, combining offense and defense, and using speed to overcome slowness!

Night Rose grew increasingly terrified and desperate with each fight! She felt as if she were battling a master who had been immersed in Wing Chun for decades! No, it was even more terrifying! Because her opponent's strength and speed far surpassed those of ordinary Wing Chun masters!
The techniques she relied on for fame were completely rendered useless against her opponent's equally exquisite, or even more refined, skills! And the difference in strength and resilience was magnified infinitely at this moment!

She could only retreat repeatedly, desperately parrying and dodging. Her cheongsam was torn in many places by Qin Luo's punches and finger strikes, revealing her snow-white skin and bruises underneath. Her arms, shoulders, waist, and abdomen were constantly being hit, and her breathing became increasingly disordered. Her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Impossible... How could this be... How could your Wing Chun be so authentic... so skillful..."

As Night Rose struggled to defend herself, she couldn't help but murmur in disbelief, overwhelmed with shock.

Finally, Qin Luo seized an opportunity when she stumbled, and closed in again. He clenched his right fist and brought it to his waist. At extremely close range, he coordinated his waist and stance and suddenly exerted force!
Another fierce Wing Chun one-inch punch landed squarely on Night Rose's chest, almost in the same spot as before!
"what--!"

This time, Night Rose could no longer hold back. She let out a short cry of pain, her body flying backward and crashing heavily onto the large leather sofa, causing it to move back half a foot! She clutched her chest tightly with both hands, her face ashen, cold sweat pouring down her forehead, her eyes filled with pain and... a hint of indescribable panic!

She felt a tearing pain in the area of ​​her chest where she had been repeatedly struck, accompanied by a strange swelling sensation, as if something inside her was about to explode!
A terrifying thought instantly gripped her—could it be… that she'd been blown to bits?! Although she knew the possibility was extremely small, the unbearable pain and panic instantly robbed her of all fighting spirit and composure!
"Stop...stop hitting me! I give up! I give up!"

Night Rose curled up on the sofa, her voice trembling with sobs and pleading. Gone was her previous charm and arrogance; all that remained was the image of a terrified and panicked woman who had been beaten.

Qin Luo slowly withdrew his stance, stood still, and looked at Ye Meigui on the sofa, whose face was filled with pain and fear. A mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't worry, I held back just now, I didn't use my full strength. Otherwise... you wouldn't just be in pain now."

He paused deliberately, his tone carrying a hint of threat.

"However, if you don't answer my questions honestly, I can't guarantee that I won't 'accidentally' use the wrong force with my next punch."

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Fukukō... he's hiding in the back mountain!"

Upon hearing this, Night Rose was terrified and turned pale. She dared not hide anything anymore and quickly endured the pain, pointing to the distant mountains outside the office window.

“You…you leave the casino, follow that path behind, you’ll see a stream, cross the stream and turn left, walk for about ten minutes, you’ll see a cluster of antique-style buildings, that’s Xishan Hot Spring Resort…He, he’s hiding in the detached villa ‘Listening to the Rain’ at the very back of the resort! It’s not usually open to the public, it’s…it’s where Madam Qiu occasionally uses to entertain special guests…”

She finished speaking in one breath, afraid of getting beaten up if she spoke too slowly.

Qin Luo listened carefully and noted down the location.

He stared into Night Rose's eyes and said coldly.

"You better not be lying to me. If I make a wasted trip, or if there's some kind of ambush... you know the consequences."

"No! Absolutely not! I'm telling the truth!"

Night Rose quickly assured her that all she wanted to do now was get rid of this jinx.

Qin Luo glanced at her, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the office door. Reaching the door, he opened it and walked straight out without looking back.

Hearing the door close and confirming that Qin Luo had really left, Night Rose collapsed onto the sofa as if she had collapsed from exhaustion, panting heavily, her chest still aching unbearably.

Still shaken, she lowered her head, her hands trembling. Forgetting all decorum, she hurriedly unbuttoned the front of her cheongsam, wanting to check the extent of the wound on her chest, to see if it was real...

Just as she unbuttoned the top two buttons, her fingers trembling as she tried to lift her robe to look—

"Squeak-"

The office door was pushed open from the outside again!
Night Rose froze instantly, as if struck by a spell, and abruptly looked up at the doorway—

Qin Luo returned and stood at the door, a half-smile on his face. His gaze fell on her slightly open collar, which she had opened in her panic, and her trembling hands reaching inside.

Eyes facing each other.

Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

"what--!"

Night Rose let out a short shriek, jerking back her hand like a startled rabbit. She quickly fastened the undone buttons, her face flushed crimson, red all the way to the roots of her neck. She was filled with shame, anger, and embarrassment, wishing she could disappear into the ground! "You... why are you back again?!" Qin Luo leaned against the doorframe, watching her flustered and embarrassed state with amusement, his playful smile deepening.

He spoke slowly, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather.

"Oh, it's nothing serious. I just suddenly remembered..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Night Rose's disheveled and tattered cheongsam, lingering for a moment on the hand she was clutching her chest, before continuing.

"It seems our bet in the lobby downstairs isn't completely settled yet. You lost two rounds, so according to the agreement, you should... take off two 'pieces of clothing'. Even though we just played a game, shouldn't we settle this gambling debt?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Night Rose froze, all color draining from her face instantly, replaced by an even stronger surge of shame, anger, and...despair!
This guy! He actually remembered! And... he brought it up again at this time, in this kind of situation?!
Looking at Qin Luo's matter-of-fact, leisurely look as he waited to "collect the debt," and then thinking about her own current disheveled state, pain, and the extremely embarrassing examination action that had been caught red-handed... Night Rose felt her vision go black, her chest hurt even more, and a feeling of grief and indignation that made her want to cry instantly overwhelmed her.

Qin Luo's words, "Shouldn't we settle our gambling debts?" made Night Rose, who was slumped on the sofa, feel dizzy, and the sharp pain in her chest from the heavy punch she had just received seemed to intensify.

She was practically going crazy. Was this guy a demon? He had just beaten her so badly that she was completely helpless, and she almost thought her chest was going to "explode." In the midst of her shock, he could still calmly and seriously bring up that absurd "strip bet"!
Just as Night Rose was filled with shame and indignation, not knowing what to do, Qin Luo was also waiting with great interest to see her reaction—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a rapid and heavy knocking on the office door, followed by a forceful turn of the doorknob from the outside, accompanied by a cacophony of footsteps and shouts.

"Sister Rose! Sister Rose, are you inside? We hear fighting sounds coming from inside!"

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

"Protect Sister Rose!"

The commotion inside the office had clearly attracted the attention of the casino's security patrol. Judging from the noise, at least a dozen people had gathered outside, attempting to force their way in.

This sudden turn of events temporarily relieved Night Rose from her predicament and also dampened Qin Luo's enthusiasm for "collecting debts."

Qin Luo frowned. His main purpose in coming here was to find Fu Kangxiong. Now that he had obtained a clue and had just had a "sparring" session with Night Rose, venting his anger and proving his strength, there was no need for him to stay here and get entangled with a group of security guards. As for that steamy bet... there would be plenty of time for that later.

He glanced at Night Rose, who was also looking at him with a complex expression, a mixture of lingering fear and a hint of relief.

Qin Luo suddenly leaned down and whispered in Ye Meigui's ear. Ye Meigui stiffened and instinctively tried to dodge, but the movement aggravated her wound, causing her to gasp in pain and preventing her from escaping.

His warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe again, and Qin Luo whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, with a hint of teasing and an undeniable authority.

"I've noted down the two items of clothing. There are too many people today, so I'll let you off the hook for now. Next time... we'll settle the matter separately."

After saying that, he straightened up, gave Night Rose a meaningful smile that made her heart skip a beat, then turned around and calmly walked towards the door.

Night Rose looked at his tall, straight back, and listened to the increasingly loud banging and shouting outside the door. She bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and, enduring the pain in her chest, raised her voice to shout outside.

"Stop! I'm fine! Don't bang on the door!"

The commotion outside the door immediately ceased.

Qin Luo opened the door, and sure enough, there was a large group of more than a dozen security guards standing outside, all dressed in uniform black, holding rubber batons, and looking tense.

When they saw that it wasn't Sister Rose who opened the door, but a strange young man, they immediately felt like they were facing a formidable enemy and were about to rush forward!
"Let him go!"

Night Rose's cold and authoritative voice came from inside the office in time.

"No one is allowed to stop us!"

The security guards were stunned, looking at each other in dismay. Seeing Qin Luo's calm and unwavering gaze and hearing Sister Rose's clear order, they were filled with doubt and resentment, but they still involuntarily made way for him.

Qin Luo didn't even glance at the security guards and strode out. It wasn't until he had taken a few steps that he felt a chill on his back. He reached up and touched it, only to find that during the fierce battle, the back of his clothes had been torn by Night Rose's finger strikes or by the scrapes from his own dodges.

He stopped, glanced back in the direction of the office, thought for a moment, then turned and walked back.

The security guards had just breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him return, and they immediately tensed up again and surrounded him once more.

Qin Luo ignored them and spoke loudly into the room.

"Sister Rose, my clothes are torn. Do you have a spare? I'd like to borrow one."

There was a few seconds of silence in the office, then Night Rose's somewhat tired and helpless voice came through.

"Ah Biao, go to the storage room and get a spare uniform for one of our group's employees. Give it to... give it to this gentleman."

A security guard who appeared to be a minor leader quickly responded and ran over. A short while later, he returned with a brand-new set of clothes.

He wore a nice white short-sleeved shirt and crisp black trousers. On the left chest of the shirt, a simple yet unique emblem was embroidered in silver thread—two crossed ancient keys supporting a shield with abstract lines of mountains and rivers inside the shield, which was the logo of Anbang Group.

Qin Luo took the clothes without hesitation. Right there in the corridor, in front of numerous security guards, he took off the tattered jacket and put on the Anbang Group's "uniform." The white shirt fit him well, and the black trousers were crisp and clean. Combined with his tall figure and cool demeanor, he had a unique charm, although the Anbang logo on his chest seemed somewhat conspicuous. (End of Chapter)