Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

On the other side, Shen Mingchao was leaning against the door of the chess and card room she had just sent Liu Sang a message saying she had arrived when the glass door was pushed open from the inside and a young man walked out.

His long hair was loosely tied into a low ponytail, with a few strands falling in front of his forehead, which softened his eyebrows and eyes. His delicate features were paired with a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, giving him a refined yet fragile beauty.

Shen Mingchao looked at the person in front of him with curiosity, but after a long time, he couldn't find a trace of familiarity.

It's really strange. The two people look exactly the same, but their temperaments are completely different. One is ruthless, and the other is gentle.

She was so focused on her gaze that it was almost direct.

Liu Sang felt uncomfortable being stared at, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the hem of his clothes. Finally, he couldn't help but raise his eyes and glare back.

"What...what are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen anyone before? Staring at people like that is very impolite!"

Liu Sang's tone was sharp, and his eyes were fierce.

Shen Mingchao was not frightened at all; she saw a blush slowly appear on Liu Sang's cheeks.

Shame overshadowed the fierceness.

Liu Sang's gaze immediately changed, giving off a strange feeling of wanting to refuse but also welcoming.

That's even stranger.

The Liu Sang online is like a hedgehog, every word is prickly, but the Liu Sang in front of me is like a cat, proud and shy, only fierce on the surface.

Shen Mingchao felt a little mischievous.

She took half a step forward, deliberately showing a wronged expression, and retorted sharply.

"It's our first time meeting, and I think you're pretty. Is it wrong for me to look at you a few more times? Why are you being so mean to me?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Sang's head buzzed. His eyes widened, and disbelief filled his gaze behind his glasses. Even his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"How old are you? How can you talk so...frivolously?"

He paused, as if remembering something, and hurriedly asked, "Wait, you don't usually act like this towards your idol, do you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" When the topic turned to Zhang Qilan, Shen Mingchao became much more serious: "I have great respect for my idol!"

Please, she's not so malicious as to make jokes like that. Don't hurt her.

Hearing this, Liu Sang felt a little relieved and was about to continue speaking when a drunken male voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hey! Liu Sang! Are you fucking going to fight or not? If you don't come soon, I'm flipping the table!"

The voice was rough and hoarse, with a strong smell of alcohol, making people frown.

Liu Sang's face instantly darkened.

This guy was his card-playing buddy. He wasn't a very good person, and his drinking habits were just as bad. When he was drunk, he would say anything and do anything outrageous. But he was a pretty good card player. When Liu Sang was free, he would ask this guy to play cards. Over time, the two of them developed this kind of ambiguous relationship.

In this situation, his heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition instantly surged up.

He instinctively turned to the side, trying to block Shen Mingchao, fearing that the other party might say something outrageous.

But he was still a step too slow.

The man staggered out of the house, his lecherous gaze sweeping over Shen Mingchao and Liu Sang before revealing an exceptionally lewd smile.

"Hey~ no wonder you weren't back for so long, turns out your girlfriend came knocking on your door? Liu Sang, you're something else! When did you find such a beautiful girlfriend? You didn't even introduce her to your bro, that's so unfair!"

The word "girlfriend" pierced Liu Sang's ears and instantly became a catalyst that ignited his passion.

His ears instantly turned bright red.

Catching a glimpse of Shen Mingchao's mischievous smile out of the corner of his eye, Liu Sang became even more embarrassed and quickly explained sternly, "Don't call her that! She's not!"

"Oh, it wasn't like that after all."

The man's voice was meaningful. He took another big gulp of wine, staggered over, pulled out his phone and shoved it in front of Shen Mingchao, grinning lewdly: "Little beauty, it's fate that we met. Want to add each other on WeChat? I'll treat you to dinner another day."

All the warmth in Liu Sang's eyes vanished, leaving only icy coldness. They were both men; how could he not know what despicable thoughts this man harbored?

Although he has a sharp tongue and his character is questionable, he's far from being vulgar. This young girl traveled a long way to meet him in person; I can't let her get entangled with such a scoundrel because of me.

Thinking of this, Liu Sang shoved the man away, gritted his teeth, and roared, "Get out of my way! I'm not playing cards today!"

After saying this, Liu Sang pulled Shen Mingchao away.

Shen Mingchao was startled by the tug. She did not resist and followed the other person's force out the door. Her gaze involuntarily fell on Liu Sang's reddened ear tips.

I don't know if it was out of embarrassment or anger.

Before she could think further, she heard a man's angry and abusive voice behind her, followed by the sound of something cutting through the air.

From the distance, Shen Mingchao saw the man smash the empty wine bottle in his hand toward them.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips, and the next second, with a deft flick of her wrist, she caught the wine bottle steadily.

Immediately, she raised her hand and exerted force with her wrist.

The bottle then followed the same path, smashing back with even greater force, like a bolt of lightning.

The movement was so fast that it left only a blur.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The bottle hit the man squarely on the shoulder.

The man screamed, staggering back a few steps. As his fingertips touched the blood, he let out a pig-like wail: "My shoulder! You fucking dare hit me! I'll never forgive you!"

"you......"

Hearing the noise, Liu Sang turned around abruptly and witnessed the scene. He froze on the spot, as if he had been frozen in place, even his breath caught in his throat.

He glanced at the nonchalant Shen Mingchao, then at the man crouching on the ground groaning in pain. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Is this still the frail girl he always thought she was? The contrast is too great.

Shen Mingchao felt relieved after dealing with the people.

Turning to look at Liu Sang, she raised an eyebrow. "How about it? Fellow fighter, I told you you still needed to practice, right?"

Her tone was very relaxed, as if she had just casually thrown away some trash instead of injuring someone.

Liu Sang unconsciously swallowed, the scenes from just now flashing back in his chaotic mind, becoming increasingly vivid.

The surrounding noise surged into his ears like a tide. In the past, these sounds would only have bothered him, and he would have put on his headphones while grumbling.

But at this moment, the world seemed to have been muted, and everything around me gradually became blurry, leaving only a regular and grand sound.

thump—

thump—

thump—

Each sound was louder and more urgent than the last, as if something was about to burst out of the chest.

Lost in thought, Liu Sang glanced at the sky and suddenly realized that the snow that had fallen all day had stopped sometime earlier.