From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Ning Shuang stood in the entryway, her right hand leaving her briefcase and reaching for her waist.

Ye Zhiwei made the first move.

She raised her hand and flicked out the strap, which slid along the ground and wrapped around Ning Shuang's ankle.

Bai Wantang vaulted into the living room from the backyard, a short blade grazing her arm, aiming to stab Ning Shuang in the back.

A pincer attack from both sides.

Ning Shuang shifted her feet slightly to avoid the straps and turned her body to the side.

Bai Wantang's blade grazed her trench coat as Ye Zhiwei rushed forward, elbowing her shoulder.

Ning Shuang raised her arm to block it.

Their arms collided, and Ye Zhiwei was jolted back two steps, her heels scraping against the floor with a harsh sound.

Taking advantage of the opening, Bai Wantang moved closer again, the tip of his knife repeatedly striking Ning Shuang's waist and ribs.

Ning Shuang reached out and grabbed her wrist.

As the force landed, Bai Wantang's blade immediately veered towards the ground.

Using the momentum of her forward movement, Ning Shuang flung her toward the long table next to her.

Bai Wantang rolled over and landed, her knees brushing the floor, before immediately getting up.

Ye Zhiwei swung the short stick from the side.

Ning Shuang raised her hand to block the short stick, her five fingers sliding down the stick to the back of Ye Zhiwei's hand.

With a flick of her wrist, the short stick slipped from her hand and rolled far away on the ground.

Ye Zhiwei raised her leg and kicked her in the lower abdomen.

Ning Shuang took a half step back, grabbed Ye Zhiwei's ankle, and pulled her to the side.

Bai Wantang rushed over from the side. Ning Shuang released Ye Zhiwei, turned around with her body close to the wall, and patted Bai Wantang's shoulder.

Bai Wantang bumped into the sofa, causing the sofa leg to move backward.

This attack didn't cause any serious injury, but the force was perfectly controlled.

Lu Yunzhou hid at the top of the stairs on the second floor, watching the fight below through the railing.

His hand rested on the armrest, his knuckles tightening little by little.

Ning Shuang has been retreating.

She had the opportunity to take their lives, but she always held back.

Each time she blocked an attack, she only deflected the force without pursuing it.

Each time she fought back, she would simply push the person away, never touching their vital organs.

Being able to control her power to this extent, Ning Shuang's martial arts level is far above Bai Wantang and Ye Zhiwei.

At least a ninth-rank official.

Bai Wantang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and gripped the short blade tightly again.

"How long are you going to hide?"

Her shoulders heaved, and her breathing became erratic.

Ning Shuang raised her hand to block Ye Zhiwei's fist, the back of her hand brushing against Ye Zhiwei's wrist, pushing her back again.

"You all come at once, it'll save time."

Her voice was calm, without any hint of impatience.

Bai Wantang gritted her teeth, stepped over the broken glass, and lowered her body again.

She did not attack immediately, but kept her eyes fixed on Ning Shuang's hand.

Ning Shuang recognized her habit.

Starting with the Raven Feather Twelve Squads, Bai Wantang would always lower his right shoulder before drawing his sword.

This action has remained unchanged for many years.

Ning Shuang dodged the blade by turning to the side, and placed her palm on Bai Wantang's arm, diverting her strength to the side.

Bai Wantang lost her balance and her shoulder hit the corner of the wall.

Ye Zhiwei seized the opportunity to rush behind Ning Shuang.

Ning Shuang didn't turn around, but kicked the short stick on the ground away.

The short stick struck Ye Zhiwei's instep, causing her to pause for a moment. Taking advantage of this opening, Ning Shuang turned around and brushed her chin with her elbow.

Ye Zhiwei tilted her head, and a buzzing sound immediately rang in her ears.

Bai Wantang leaned against the wall to get up, her chest heaving more heavily.

She stared at Ning Shuang, never putting down the knife in her hand.

"So many people died back then, and you didn't leave a single word."

Bai Wantang's voice was hoarse.

Ning Shuang looked up at her, her hands hanging at her sides.

Bai Wantang gripped the hilt of her knife tightly, her eyes reddening: "We've been searching for you for so long, yet you went to chase after Gray Tower alone. You abandoned the living as well."

Ning Shuang's expression shifted slightly.

For that one moment, her breath caught in her throat.

The next moment, she raised her hand to shake off Ye Zhiwei and dodged Bai Wantang's horizontal slash.

"I will personally avenge the blood debt they owe."

Ning Shuang looked at the two of them and lowered her voice even further: "No one should help me, and I don't need your pity."

Bai Wantang's eyes reddened even more.

She held the knife horizontally in front of her: "You think we came back out of pity for you?"

Ning Shuang did not answer.

She stepped forward, pressing her palm against the back of Bai Wantang's knife.

Bai Wantang forcefully pulled out the knife, but Ning Shuang gripped it tightly with her five fingers, and the hilt immediately slipped from her hand.

Bai Wantang raised her knee and rammed it into Ning Shuang.

Ning Shuang sidestepped, placed her hand on her shoulder, and pushed her away.

Bai Wantang knocked over the coffee table, fell to the ground, and the short blade was thrown against the wall.

Ye Zhiwei rushed over to pick up the knife.

The moment her hand touched the hilt of the knife, Ning Shuang was already in front of her.

"Ye Zhiwei, step back."

Ning Shuang stood in front of her.

Ye Zhiwei looked up, her eyes blazing with barely suppressed anger: "Back then, you told us to retreat, and we did. You left those sisters to die while you went off to seek revenge. And now you're pretending to be a good person?"

Ning Shuang's jawline tightened.

Ye Zhiwei grabbed the short blade, the edge scraping the ground with a sharp sound.

Ignoring her old shoulder wound, she raised her knife and thrust it straight at Ning Shuang's chest.

Ning Shuang sidestepped.

The blade grazed the trench coat, making a cut.

Ye Zhiwei's attack missed, so he immediately flipped his wrist and slashed back.

Ning Shuang grabbed her wrist, and with her other hand she gripped her elbow, and with her body close, she twisted her arm.

Ye Zhiwei's arm was pressed behind her back.

She gritted her teeth and struggled, but Ning Shuang raised her leg and pressed it against the back of her knee, pinning her against the wall.

The short blade was wedged between the two, the back of the blade pressing down on Ye Zhiwei's wrist.

"If you move even one more time, you won't be able to lift this arm today."

Ning Shuang's voice trailed off.

Ye Zhiwei's forehead was covered in sweat, and her shoulders were still trembling.

She stared at Ning Shuang, her arm numb from the pressure, but she didn't let go.

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare."

She pulled her wrist away again.

Ning Shuang's eyes darkened, and she increased the pressure on her hand.

Ye Zhiwei let out a muffled groan as her back slammed against the wall with a low thud.

Bai Wantang pushed herself up, picked up a metal ornament from the side, and smashed it at Ning Shuang's head.

Lu Yunzhou saw that Ning Shuang's palm had already been raised.

With this palm strike, Bai Wantang will break at least a few ribs.

He didn't wait any longer.

Lu Yunzhou climbed over the railing from the second floor, breaking a floor tile as he landed.

Bai Wantang was pushed to the ground by the blast wave, and the metal ornament slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

Ning Shuang turned her head to look at the stairs.

Lu Yunzhou was already standing between Ye Zhiwei and her.

"Let her go."

His gaze fell on Ning Shuang's hand holding the knife.

Ning Shuang loosened her grip on Ye Zhiwei, but did not immediately drop the short blade.

She took a step back, her gaze lingering on Lu Yunzhou.

"Have you been watching the show upstairs the whole time?"

She asked directly.

Lu Yunzhou blocked Ye Zhiwei's path: "I'm waiting for you to make a mistake."

Ning Shuang flicked her wrist, and the short blade grazed past Lu Yunzhou's waist.

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand to block, but the blade was deflected by his sleeve and embedded in the wooden pillar beside him.

Using this as a shield, Ning Shuang turned and rushed towards the French windows.

Lu Yunzhou took a step forward to catch up.

Ning Shuang kicked the glass, shattering the entire window on the spot.

She climbed over the windowsill, landed in the flowerbed outside, and darted toward the wall.

"Ning Shuang!"

Ye Zhiwei straightened up, leaning against the wall, her voice filled with anger.

Ning Shuang did not turn around.

Lu Yunzhou reached out and pulled the short blade from the wooden pillar, casually handed it to Bai Wantang, and turned to walk to the window.

Ye Zhiwei clutched her arm, staring at his retreating figure: "Why did you stop just now?"

Lu Yunzhou didn't turn around: "She didn't intend to kill you."

Ye Zhiwei gritted her teeth: "Just because she held back, does that mean we should just take it?"

"I want her to confess to the old case while she's still alive."

Lu Yunzhou stepped onto the windowsill, his voice crisp: "You all stay here."

Bai Wantang stood up, supporting herself on the coffee table, and pressed her hand against her shoulder: "You chased after him all by yourself?"