Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

Eager to impress the "young lady," he shifted the blame to an "unreasonable" employee, speaking in an extremely rude tone.

Qin Luo frowned, looking at the blustering but cowardly supervisor without moving. Instead, he looked past the supervisor and back at the woman referred to as "Young Miss," speaking calmly.

"I'm not an employee here, I just wandered in by mistake. I..."

"Went in by mistake? And you dare talk back?!"

When the supervisor saw that Qin Luo not only did not immediately retreat in fear, but also dared to speak up and even lingered on the young lady, he immediately felt that his authority had been challenged, especially in front of the young lady!

Enraged, and in an attempt to quickly quell the "young lady's" displeasure and to demonstrate his power, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Qin Luo hard across the face! "I told you to get out, didn't you hear me!"

The slap was powerful and carried a lot of force, clearly indicating that the foreman was used to bullying others and would often beat and scold employees who "did not obey".

However, his hand stopped abruptly in mid-air!

Qin Luo's right hand, like an iron clamp, firmly grasped his outstretched wrist! His five fingers tightened!

"what--!"

The foreman felt as if his wrist was being clamped by a hydraulic press, his bones groaning. The excruciating pain made him let out a pig-like scream, and the ferocity on his face instantly turned into pain and terror. His body hunched over in pain.

"Let go...let go! You're fucking asking for it!"

Qin Luo grabbed his wrist and applied slight force, causing the foreman to grimace in pain, break out in a cold sweat, and be unable to utter any more harsh words.

Qin Luo looked at him with cold eyes and a low voice.

"Are you the person in charge of this hot spring resort?"

The foreman was in so much pain that his face turned pale, and he no longer dared to be defiant, repeatedly saying...

"Yes...yes! I'm the shift supervisor, Wang...Wang Deshun...you, you let go right now! Or I'll call security!"

"As long as he's in charge, that's good."

Qin Luo released his hand, but his gaze remained fixed on him.

"I'm asking you, Fukangxiong, is he hiding here? In which room?"

"Fukangxiong?"

The head waiter, clutching his swollen and aching wrist, paused upon hearing this, his eyes flickering unconsciously as he stole a glance at the young lady beside him, who stood by with an indifferent expression, seemingly weighing something.

He clearly knew Fukuo Yasuhiro, and might even know where he was hiding.

Qin Luo took in all his subtle movements, her gaze growing even colder.

"explain."

The foreman felt uneasy under Qin Luo's gaze, and fearing the presence of the young lady, he dared not make up any excuses. However, the sharp pain in his wrist and the invisible pressure emanating from Qin Luo filled him with dread.

His eyes darted around, and suddenly an idea popped into his head—a way to escape and perhaps even kill someone else—and he quickly said it.

"I...I know! I know where he is! He's...he's right behind 'Listening to the Rain Pavilion'! I'll take you there! I'll take you there!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture to lead the way, but his body was slightly turned toward the woman, as if seeking protection or hinting at something.

However, before he could finish speaking and before Qin Luo could completely let go of him, a sudden change occurred!

"Ah—! Help..."

Suddenly, foreman Wang Deshun let out a short, extremely shrill scream! The sound stopped abruptly!

Suddenly, four figures dressed in ordinary Anbang Group uniforms, but with cold, sharp eyes and swift, leopard-like movements, emerged from behind the nearby artificial hills and flowers like ghosts! They had a clear target: two rushed straight towards Qin Luo and the foreman, while the other two, like arrows released from a bow, went straight for the "young lady" wrapped in a bathrobe!
One of the men who lunged at Qin Luo flashed a cold light in his hand; it was a sharp, thin dagger, as thin as a willow leaf. With a cunning and ruthless angle, he swiftly sliced ​​across the neck of foreman Wang Deshun!

"laugh--!"

Blood gushed out like a fountain! Wang Deshun's eyes widened instantly, filled with endless fear and disbelief. He futilely covered his bleeding neck with his hands, his throat gurgling as he collapsed limply, twitching twice before falling silent.

It all happened so fast! From the appearance of the four men to the killing of the foreman, it was only a matter of a breath!
Meanwhile, the other two assassins who pounced on the "young lady" had already drawn their gleaming machetes, the blades reflecting a cold, deathly luster in the setting sun!
The young lady was already alert the moment the supervisor screamed. When she saw four strangers rushing towards her menacingly, a clear emotional fluctuation appeared on her beautiful and indifferent face for the first time—shock and anger!
But she reacted incredibly quickly! Seeing the assassin approaching, she grabbed a few apples and oranges from the fruit plate on the stone table next to her and hurled them with all her might at the assassin charging at the front!
The assassin slightly tilted his head to dodge, his speed barely decreasing.

however.

The young lady then grabbed a short fruit knife from beside the fruit plate, seized the opportunity, and with all her might, hurled it at the assassin's chest!

The throw was fast and forceful! The assassin clearly hadn't expected this seemingly pampered "young lady" to have such a reaction and courage, and in his haste, he only had time to dodge to the side!

"Pfft!"

The fruit knife missed its mark on the chest, but instead pierced deeply into the assassin's left shoulder blade! The assassin groaned in pain, his forward momentum immediately halted.

But another assassin had already seized the opportunity to close in, raising his machete high with a sharp whooshing sound, and slashed it down hard at the back of the "young lady" who had just thrown her fruit knife and had no time to dodge! If this blow landed, it would definitely be a fatal blow!
The young lady could even feel the cold wind of the blade coming from behind her. Her pupils contracted, and she had no way to avoid it!

At this critical moment——

A figure moved with ghostly speed, leaving afterimages in its wake!

It’s Qin Luo!
He moved the instant the foreman was killed and the assassin lunged at the "young lady"! He arrived just in time to stand between the "young lady" and the deadly cleaver!

Facing the cleaver coming down, Qin Luo didn't even look at it. Instead, he kicked his right leg back with a powerful side kick, like a steel whip!
"boom--!!!"

A dull, grating thud!

The assassin wielding the knife felt an overwhelming, terrifying force coming from the side and slamming into his ribs!

He even heard the crack of his ribs breaking. He was thrown through the air, flying several meters, as if hit by a speeding car, before crashing heavily onto a distant artificial hill and rolling to the ground. His chest caved in, blood gushing from his mouth, and he instantly lost consciousness. The machete in his hand clattered to the ground. Having swiftly dispatched one assassin, Qin Luo slowly turned around, his back to the remaining three, facing the still-shaken but composed "young lady."

The golden light of the setting sun shone on his tall figure in his Anbang uniform, giving him a faint golden edge.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, forming a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown. His gaze fell on the stunningly beautiful yet cold and pale face before him, and he spoke in a clear, though not loud, voice.

"It seems I've unintentionally saved your life, young lady?"

He paused, ignoring the three assassins behind him who were temporarily intimidated and watching him warily, and continued speaking leisurely.

"I don't really like doing business at a loss. How about... we make a deal?"

"I'll take care of these problems for you and keep you safe. In return..."

Qin Luo's gaze sharpened and became direct, staring directly into the "young lady's" cold eyes, which were now filled with complex emotions.

"Tell me, Fukangxiong, his exact whereabouts. What do you say?"

The woman before him was as beautiful as Ling Yue and Ai Yiqian, yet she possessed a unique aloofness and coldness that set her apart from the crowd. Her eyes were icy, rarely revealing any emotion, like an unyielding snow lotus on an iceberg, perfectly matching the image of the highly educated, intelligent, and powerful "adopted daughter" whom Fu Yichen had described.

Qin Luo was almost certain that she was An Ruoxi.

The unfortunate foreman was clearly silenced by this group of unidentified but swift and targeted assassins because he lost his composure in front of the "young lady" and may have even revealed something.

These assassins' target was likely not just the foreman, but also the "young lady" of Anbang herself! The implications of this are thought-provoking. Has the power struggle within Anbang intensified to the point where assassination is necessary to eliminate rivals?

Qin Luo's intervention at the crucial moment wasn't merely for self-preservation or to right a wrong; it was also a swift and decisive move to seize the initiative. Now, leveraging the life-saving grace, he directly presented his demands to this key figure in Anbang. The situation seemed to be tilting in his favor.

Looking into Qin Luo's deep and confident eyes, An Ruoxi glanced at the still-warm corpse of the foreman on the ground not far away and the several menacing assassins whose killing intent had not yet subsided. She knew that her life or death at this moment might really depend on the decision of this strange yet ridiculously powerful man.

She was decisive to begin with, and almost without hesitation, she met Qin Luo's gaze, nodded emphatically, and said in a clear and distinct voice.

"Alright! As long as you can resolve the current trouble and ensure my safety, Fukangxiong... I will hand him over to you!"

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, Qin Luo's smile widened. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers loudly, praising him.

"Great! I love dealing with sensible people."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the remaining four assassins recovered from their initial shock and quickly adjusted their formation, spreading out in a fan shape to subtly surround Qin Luo and An Ruoxi in the middle. Their eyes were fierce, and the machetes and short blades in their hands gleamed coldly in the setting sun.

The lead assassin stared intently at Qin Luo, his voice hoarse and cold.

“Friend, you seem to be quite skilled. You're not one of Anbang’s people, are you? This is an internal matter between us and Anbang, and it has nothing to do with you. If you leave now, we can pretend we didn’t see anything and spare your life.”

Qin Luo flexed his wrists, glanced at them, and spoke with a hint of nonchalance.

“Originally, it had nothing to do with me. Unfortunately, I happen to need this young lady's help with something. She hasn't fulfilled her promise to me yet, so... she can't die right now.”

He paused, his gaze suddenly turning cold.

"As for you... if you refuse a toast, then don't blame me."

"court death!"

The leader of the assassins' eyes flashed with ferocity; knowing there was no way to end things peacefully, he let out a low growl.

"Go! Let's take him down together!"

The four assassins coordinated perfectly, launching their attack almost simultaneously! Two swung their knives at Qin Luo from the front, while one attacked his lower body from the side, and the assassin with the injured shoulder hurled his short blade straight at Qin Luo's face! The offensive was fierce, sealing off all of Qin Luo's escape routes!
An Ruoxi's heart jumped into her throat, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on the belt of her bathrobe.

However, Qin Luo seemed to be strolling leisurely in the face of this encirclement from all sides.

His terrifying physique of 130 points brings not only strength and resilience, but also nerve reaction speed and dynamic vision far exceeding those of ordinary people!
With a slight, ghostly sway, he deftly and precisely dodged the incoming dagger, while simultaneously flashing out his left hand with hooked fingers, catching the back of a cleaver slashing down from the front with incredible precision! The grappling techniques of military boxing were instantly combined with the short-bridge power of Wing Chun!
"Let go!"

Qin Luo gave a low shout, flicked his wrist, and an overwhelming force was transmitted through the blade!
The knife-wielding assassin felt a violent tremor in his hand, half his body went numb, and the cleaver flew out of his grasp involuntarily! Qin Luo snatched the cleaver, spun around, and the stolen cleaver transformed into a streak of cold light, flying in the opposite direction!

"puff--!"

The blade pierced the neck of the assassin who had launched a sneak attack from the side! The man's eyes bulged, his movements came to an abrupt halt, and he collapsed to his knees, clutching his bleeding neck.

At the same time, Qin Luo's right fist was like a cannonball, a powerful and unparalleled swing punch that slammed into the temple of another assassin wielding a knife in front of him!

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the assassin didn't even utter a sound before flying out like a broken sack, crashing into the stone railing by the hot spring pool, sliding softly to the ground, his fate unknown.

Seeing his companion instantly killed or severely wounded, the last assassin was terrified, but he was also incredibly brave. He roared, gripped his knife with both hands, and slashed down at Qin Luo's head with all his might! This was a suicidal attack!

Qin Luo neither dodged nor evaded. Just as the opponent's blade was about to fall, he changed his footwork and used the Wing Chun technique "Chasing Horse" to close the distance instantly. With his right hand in a palm strike, he delivered a lightning-fast "Neck-Killing Hand" and slashed the side of the leader's neck with the edge of his palm!

"Crack!"

A slight sound of bone cracking was heard.

The leader of the assassins froze in mid-air, his eyes losing all life. The machete clattered to the ground, his body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

From the moment the four assassins launched their attack to the moment they all fell and lost their fighting ability, the entire process took only a few seconds! It was so fast it was dazzling! General Qin Luo's powerful and direct boxing style combined perfectly with the exquisite and swift Wing Chun style, and coupled with his superhuman physique, it created an overwhelming fighting force.

Standing behind Qin Luo, An Ruoxi watched his tall, straight back and the assassin on the ground who had instantly lost his threat. Her tense nerves finally relaxed slightly, but the shock in her heart was beyond measure.

This skill... is simply astonishing! No wonder the Buddha fell into his hands! This man is no ordinary person!

After Qin Luo dealt with the assassin, he dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, turned to look at An Ruoxi, and was about to ask her to fulfill her promise—(End of Chapter)