Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

It was already evening when we left the Hunan restaurant.

The four sisters stood at the restaurant entrance, watching He Qiang get into the car, and then gave a standard military salute before turning and walking towards the hospital.

Fourth Sister Amumu turned around and waved to He Qiang, smiling sweetly, looking more vibrant than when they first met.

He Qiang has already arranged everything for them.

The hospital director will be transferred to the intensive care unit tonight, and Director Li will personally oversee the process. The four sisters will arrive at the villa at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to sign their contracts and officially begin their duties.

The car drove out of the city and turned onto the winding mountain road leading to the villa area.

He Qiang had been driving this road for three days and was already familiar with it.

The area is flanked by dense forests, and there are very few vehicles.

He Qiang was stopped at a bend in the road.

A bread truck was blocking the intersection in the middle of the road.

He Qiang stepped on the brakes and frowned as he looked ahead.

Not right.

The next second, the side door of the bread truck opened with a "whoosh," and seven or eight people jumped out one after another.

They were all wearing matching black short-sleeved shirts, had buzz cuts, and looked fiercer than the last.

The man in the lead had a sinister look in his eyes; he was the security captain of the Leng Group.

The original owner used to frequently deliver meals to Leng Yanran at her company, but this person stopped her more than once.

He also looked down on the original owner, always treating her badly, pushing and shoving her, deliberately making things difficult for her.

The original owner didn't have a good impression of him either, and didn't even know his name.

The moment He Qiang saw the security captain, he immediately understood what was going on.

This is Leng Yanran's second move.

The first move was to get Yi Chuhong to teach him a lesson, but that didn't work.

The second tactic was to escalate the situation further by having the security captain lead a group of men to beat him up.

He Qiang lit a cigarette, got out of the car, and frowned as he looked around.

Sure enough, about fifty meters behind, there was a black Maybach parked.

It was Leng Yanran's car.

At this moment, she was wearing a black suit, arms crossed, leaning against the car door with an aloof expression, watching this side with leisure.

The setting sun shone on her, casting her exquisite face in a half-light, half-shadow, and in a fleeting moment, it seemed to exude an inexplicable fierce aura.

Xu Yunfan, that little puppy, diligently stayed by her side, still wearing a hospital gown, his eyes full of mockery and excitement as he looked at He Qiang.

He seemed to have already foreseen the horrific scene of He Qiang being pinned to the ground and brutally beaten.

There was another person sitting in the back seat of the Maybach.

With the car window half-open, a familiar face could be vaguely seen – Yi Chuhong.

She didn't get out of the car; she just sat there quietly, looking at He Qiang through the window with a somewhat worried expression.

He Qiang looked away, put the cigarette in his mouth, and took a deep drag.

interesting.

This is to witness one's own miserable state firsthand.

Unfortunately, they may be disappointed.

At this moment, the security captain walked up to He Qiang with his fist clenched.

He looked at He Qiang with a cold smile, his eyes full of contempt.

"He Qiang, do you know why we've come to see you?"

He Qiang, smoking a cigarette, looked at him with a smile: "What's your name, brother?"

"My name is Ye Fan."

"Ye Fan?"

What an amazing name!

He Qiang shuddered, and the cigarette butt in his mouth almost fell to the ground.

Those who are familiar with online novels know what the name "Ye Fan" means.

It's practically a bug; whoever touches it dies.

Ye Fan, the God of War who returned, Ye Fan, the Dragon King who retired, Ye Fan, the immortal cultivator who returned—which one of them didn't dominate the battlefield?

But those are all settings in male-oriented novels.

And I'm currently in a female-oriented online world...

He Qiang took two deep drags on his cigarette, forcing himself to calm down.

"Did Leng Yanran send you to teach me a lesson?"

He Qiang pretended to talk to him, but his mind was racing, trying to recall the plot about Ye Fan from the original book.

As a result, my mind went completely blank, and I couldn't remember anything.

Damn it.

He Qiang could only allocate the spare attribute point to Intelligence.

The panel flashed, and the Intelligence stat jumped from 91 to 92.

My mind is finally clearing up a bit.

Then He Qiang finally remembered Ye Fan's role in the original work.

He was a complete nobody.

The original author was a woman, and the male protagonists she liked all had names like Fu Jingyan, Gu Mingchuan, and Lu Siyan—the kind of names that appeal to literary types…

As for "Ye Fan"?

That's so outdated.

In the eyes of female authors, a character with this name is practically nothing more than a random person on the street, not even considered cannon fodder.

Ye Fan's appearances in the original work are also pitifully few.

He has always been the security captain of the Leng Group. His daily work is to be responsible for the company's security and occasionally help Leng Yanran drive away some troublemakers.

Furthermore, the book implies that he is extremely loyal to Leng Yanran, seemingly harboring a secret crush on her and willing to do anything for her.

Simply put, he's also a foolish simp who loves but can't have the woman he wants.

His background is also very simple.

He graduated from a martial arts school and won the provincial Sanda championship. His skills are indeed much better than the average person, but he is not invincible.

Thinking of all this, He Qiang breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out he was just a Sanda champion, not some protagonist who's returned like a dragon king or descended from the mountain as a divine doctor.

Otherwise, this guy could probably kill himself with just one finger.

Since our combat strength is normal, what's there to be afraid of?

He Qiang decisively stubbed out his cigarette and put his hands in his pockets.

He had a pair of scissors in his pocket.

I was organizing documents and cutting paper before leaving home today, and I just put it in my pocket and forgot to take it out.

The cool, smooth metal handle against your fingers gives you a very reliable feel.

He Qiang gripped the scissors tightly, blades pointing outwards, ready for battle.

His car was still running, and the dashcam was on the whole time, recording the entire incident.

The phone's recording function was also quietly turned on, and the phone was placed face down in the pocket with the microphone sticking out.

With everything prepared, you can go all out and take the plunge.

However, to make the evidence more favorable to myself, I need to add a little more foreplay.

He Qiang looked at Ye Fan, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes filled with a hint of provocation.

Ye Fan frowned as He Qiang stared at him, and he was indeed furious.

"Kid, you're nothing but a spineless coward who lives off a woman. How dare you lay a hand on President Leng? Today I'll show you why flowers bloom so brightly!"

"Who did I attack?"

He Qiang took two steps back, creating distance between them, and deliberately feigned a confused expression.

"President Leng Yanran! What the hell are you pretending to be stupid for?"

Ye Fan glared at He Qiang unhappily.

"So, you really were sent by Leng Yanran?"

He Qiang deliberately raised his voice to ensure that both the phone and the dashcam could pick up the audio clearly.

Ye Fan snorted coldly: "So what if it is?"

"Kid, you'd better just accept your fate!"

"Boss Leng said he'd break at least one of your legs today!"

He glared fiercely at He Qiang, his face contorted with rage.

He Qiang shuddered, feigning fear, and took another step back.

"You, all of you, don't come any closer!"

"This is intentional assault, which is illegal, do you understand?"

"Is it illegal?"

Ye Fan laughed heartily, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Let me tell you, in Jiangcheng, President Leng Yanran is the law!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand—

"Brothers, let's go! Cripple this kid's leg!"

Seven or eight security guards responded in unison and rushed towards He Qiang along with Ye Fan.

He Qiang was immediately terrified and screamed, dodging and begging for mercy while crying.

"Please, please don't come any closer! I'm scared! I beg you!"

Ye Fan was the first to rush in front of He Qiang, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, whistling through the air, aimed straight at He Qiang's face.

He was fast enough and powerful enough.

A standard straight punch in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).

An ordinary person would definitely not be able to dodge this punch.

Ke Heqiang is no ordinary man.

He Qiang is slightly faster than the average person.

He Qiang's eyes darkened.

Before his fist could touch her face, her right hand flashed out of her pocket, and the scissors, with four fingers twisted backward, stabbed forward—

"puff!"

A soft sound.

The scissors pierced Ye Fan's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

There was no intention whatsoever to avoid the crux of the matter.

This slash was aimed at killing someone.

As Master Chen Hegao once said: "Mad Dog Boxing either doesn't strike at all, or when it does, it must strike hard and never give the 'thug' a chance to retaliate."

Ye Fan froze abruptly, as if he had been frozen in place.

His fist stopped three inches away from He Qiang's face, unable to go any further.

He gritted his teeth and tried to look down, but his body was already starting to feel weak.

"Ah—what are you doing? Don't come any closer! Don't hit me!"

He Qiang gave Ye Fan no time to react, suddenly pulled out the scissors, hurriedly "dodged," and successfully met the second security guard.

The security guard was raising his foot to kick He Qiang, but missed and lost his balance.

He Qiang dodged close to the ground, and slashed the scissors upwards from below—

"puff!"

The knife tip struck him squarely in the waist.

The man's face turned deathly pale instantly. He clutched his lower back, screamed in pain, and collapsed to the ground.

Only then did Ye Fan catch his breath, clutching his chest, his eyes bulging, before crashing flat on his back to the ground.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The remaining six security guards were stunned.

They looked at each other, their momentum halted, and they stopped hesitantly.

He Qiang was panting, his hand holding the scissors trembling uncontrollably, and he was shaking as if he had been scared out of his wits.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I'm scared!"

He Qiang screamed in "fear" while secretly laughing to himself.

Mad Dog Fist's second most lethal move: Everyday Tools Style.

One of the most classic tactics taught by Master Chen Hegao when he founded his school.

His disciples once used this move to fight back against two thugs, resulting in one death and one serious injury, without incurring any responsibility.

This also makes Mad Dog Sect the only martial arts sect in the history of the People's Republic of China with actual killing cases.

He Qiang used this tactic today.

The tool is scissors.

Tomorrow might be a key, a belt, a handful of sand, or a screwdriver.

In short, the weapons were everyday tools, which is enough to prove that he did not have the premeditation to kill.

He Qiang's actions were all justified self-defense.

Weapons are just everyday tools.

However, its destructive power is by no means low.

I don't care if you're a Sanda champion or a corporate security guard...

Against Mad Dog Fist, they're all just easy prey.

He Qiang, holding the scissors, slowly turned to the remaining six people.

The six of them looked at each other, none of them daring to move.

"You're only making a few hundred yuan a month, why are you risking your life?"

He Qiang looked at them, his back to the dashcam, and chuckled softly.

The six people were completely terrified upon hearing this.

They were trembling all over, their faces ashen, and they didn't care about anything else. They turned and ran away.