I am a female swordsman.

"..." Liao touched his mouth. He had originally wanted Huang Quan to continue looking after the two little ones, but now it seemed that wouldn't be possible. Moreover, it seemed that Huang Quan had acquired something inexplicable overnight.

Midis suddenly freed her hand and pulled Huang Quan's face upwards in an arc.

"Smile more when you're out! Don't always have a sullen face, it's such a waste!" Show your mother that spirit of loving and hating fiercely!

Huang Quan felt a little uncomfortable from being pulled, and blinked innocently.

"Hey, come back soon. And don't come to my company again, there's a female pervert there! Got it?!" Midis sighed helplessly and let go of her niece, having no way to deal with her.

"Thank you for your trouble."

A rare smile graced her face, like an iceberg thawing, bringing spring warmth and blooming flowers. With a smile that could melt even the hardest steel, Huang Quan inadvertently revealed another side of herself, causing Midis to widen her eyes and unconsciously open her mouth. Even as a woman herself, it was difficult for Huang Quan to resist this gentle warmth that could melt away all ice.

Perhaps, this is the true face of the underworld.

There was goodwill, but it was never easily revealed; only those who had earned her approval could see it. Midis was fortunate enough to see it, and she exaggeratedly clutched her chest.

"Ah, I'm dead! Call an ambulance, an ambulance! Why is my niece so beautiful and gentle!" With exaggerated winks and clumsy praise, Mitis made Huang Quan's lips twitch. He quickly regained his poker face, subtly rolled his eyes at Mitis, and then went straight out the door.

Only after Huang Quan had left did Midis touch his nose, his face slightly flushed and muttering to himself.

"That little girl has such a pretty smile, it almost made me smitten, hehe, I was just about to strip her...! Ugh, Midis, what are you thinking? She's your niece!"

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Taking a Leisurely Stroll

Wandering, wandering, aimlessly wandering.

Huang Quan doesn't know many people in this world. Apart from a few friendly neighbors in Adela's apartment, he has almost no acquaintances outside.

Going out really meant just aimlessly wandering around.

She let the warm breeze brush through her hair, a hint of melancholy lingering on her beautiful, aloof face. Choices are easy because the consequences aren't severe enough; if the consequences of a choice were unbearable, even a sage would hesitate.

Therefore, Huang Quan was somewhat unsure of what to choose.

This is a solitary battle. He cannot explain or seek the system's opinion regarding those mysterious knowledge points. Everything is up to Huang Quan to choose: on one side is a power system provided by the system, shrouded in secrecy; on the other is an uninvited and mysterious system.

Choosing one side means moving further and further away from the other.

Ultimately, they went completely in the opposite direction.

"When you're unhappy, just drink!" Ba Ge gritted his teeth and easily bit open the aluminum beer bottle cap. He was wearing a half-tattered leather jacket, looking carefree and unruly.

Unbeknownst to her, she had arrived at the street where she had once wanted to withdraw money. Although she had changed into a simpler outfit, her obvious silver hair and red eyes, as well as the legends she had left behind on this street, immediately led Huang Quan to be politely invited to the street tyrant. She did not refuse the invitation.

Upon seeing Huang Quan, this god of death, Ba Ge almost spat out all the beer in his mouth.

Only after confirming that Huang Quan wasn't there to cause trouble or maliciously collect tuition fees did he revert to his usual thuggish demeanor.

"I am a minor and do not drink alcohol," Huang Quan said very seriously.

Ba Ge's face twitched, and he looked Huang Quan up and down with a suspicious gaze. It didn't seem like she was lying, but it was truly rare to find a minor with such a dangerously feminine charm. Indeed, thanks to Huang Quan, Ba Ge's territory had expanded considerably, all thanks to Huang Quan's recent withdrawal.

"It looks like you haven't found a job yet."

"Ha! For someone like me, finding a job isn't that easy."

Huang Quan's question left Ba Ge feeling dejected. He'd been in a bad mood lately, and when he was, he liked to drink. Submitting a resume? Those companies wouldn't even look at it; one glance at his fierce-looking photo and they'd reject it without a second look.

"Those companies even look at my appearance when hiring security guards. They said I used to be a thug, and what, what could I do? Oh right! I would tarnish their company's reputation, so they can't hire me. Bah! That effeminate bastard, that two-faced rotten ass, full of bad intentions! I've seen him in the red-light district nearby, and he still has the nerve to talk about me! If it weren't for Sister Ba telling me to be a good person, a few years ago I would have smashed his head open with a brick!"

Having been involved in the underworld before, Brother Ba cursed and swore, completely unconcerned about the fact that a beautiful woman was sitting right in front of him and that he, as a man, should be mindful of his image.

"You harbor a lot of resentment."

Huang Quan subtly moved her hand, and a gentle breeze dispelled the smell of alcohol emanating from her.

Although the resentment was strong, it was just resentment and hadn't turned into murderous intent. Ba Ge complained and poured out his grievances, feeling that it was difficult for someone like Huang Quan, who was a superior person who had almost nothing to worry about, to understand his situation.

“You guys are lucky. Your parents had good jobs when you were born. Unlike us, who had to work on the streets, we had to work so hard just to have enough to eat when we were kids.” Ba Ge’s face and exposed torso were covered in scars, some from sharp weapons and others from stitches.

These traces represent Ba Ge's journey to becoming a street fighter, and also form an initial impression of him from an outsider's perspective.

"I probably won't be sending out resumes anymore..."

The atmosphere became somewhat oppressive. Ba Ge wasn't sure why he had said so much to this woman he'd only met twice. He just couldn't keep it bottled up, and since Ba Jie wasn't around, he wanted to see what this upper-class lady thought of someone like him.

"Just don't leave yourself with any regrets." Huang Quan had no intention of following the Street Fighter script at all.

Nobody has it easy, and Huang Quan, who has long recognized this, would never offer empty words of encouragement. Being able to pull oneself together and overcome adversity is far more effective than any motivational platitude.

"Easy for you to say." Ba Ge curled his lip and glanced a few times in the direction of Huang Quan. "Speaking of which, what are you doing on my street? This isn't a place for shopping."

If Huang Quan were to appear, some extreme organizations would probably be scared half to death.

Especially those companies that had previously withdrawn money from these accounts are now desperate to reform themselves. They're terrified that this ruthless woman will come knocking on their doors again, giving them a lecture and charging them "education fees."

"..."

He didn't speak to anyone; he was just wandering around Huangquan, not exactly in a good mood.

"Hey, aren't you mute?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ba Ge's pupils suddenly contracted, and he threw himself face down without regard for his image! With a whoosh, an invisible ripple flashed through the air, and Ba Ge's flying hair was cut in half by an invisible weapon in the air!

This special ability!

Ba Ge, bracing himself under the table with one hand, instinctively kicked at Huang Quan, but immediately regretted it. This wasn't a street fight; if he seriously injured Huang Quan, he'd face a day of nagging from Ba Jie when she returned. However, something unexpected happened. As if reading his intentions, Huang Quan, in his peep-toe boots, moved first, ruthlessly stomping Ba Ge's outstretched leg into the ground!

"what!"

Before he could even gasp in surprise, Ba Ge felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and tears welled up instantly. The pain of having something sharp and tangible pierce his eyes was far more unbearable than when sand was thrown into his eyes during a street fight.

boom!!!

The small table shattered into pieces in an instant, the beer bottles on it smashed to pieces. Ba Ge was blasted away by an irresistible force and slammed into the wall, completely powerless to fight back.

Huang Quan saw through his intentions, which aroused the terrifying instincts she had honed on the battlefield. With a single move, she locked down any possibility of Street Fighter's counterattack, completely suppressing even the energy within her body. This scene, resembling a strong man beating a child, unfolded between Ba Ge and Huang Quan.

"Cough cough, ptooey...! You really went all out."

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ba Ge looked at Huang Quan with lingering fear, who remained calmly and quietly sitting in her original position, without changing her posture!

That's fucking amazing!

No wonder that crazy woman was able to get so much money without being retaliated against. Those guys were probably beaten up, or rather, taught a lesson they wouldn't tolerate.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Mutual Information

One kick almost killed Street Fighter.

He had an exceptionally rich experience in street fights, having beaten countless guys who tried to break the rules of the street, including some with special abilities.

But the moment this white-haired woman made her move!

An indescribable panic gripped you, like a venomous snake eyeing a frog, or a tiger eyeing a rabbit. A lurking predator lurked within your tall, slender frame; its mere presence made you feel like a fish on a chopping board!

This is simply unreasonable...

“It’s a good thing to learn to be polite.” Huang Quan gave Ba Ge a meaningful look after hearing his complaint.

If he hadn't been so tactless, this wouldn't have happened.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he picked up the bottle, rinsed his mouth a couple of times, and wisely refrained from trying to reason with Huang Quan. He knew that arguing with a woman was foolish, a lesson he'd learned from Sister Ba's iron fists. If he didn't want to pay an even higher price for unfair treatment, keeping quiet was the smart thing to do.

"I wouldn't stoop to arguing with a woman!"

Embracing this self-deception, Ba Ge stretched out his leg, lifted the chair that was almost falling apart, and sat back down in front of Huang Quan.

"I'll see you out now, nothing else."

A dull ache throbbed in his chest, but Ba Ge forced a smile and sipped his beer, his expression unchanged. Getting this female shrew out of the street was the only sensible thing to do. He had a feeling that keeping her around would lead to a terrible death. The brief exchange had been quite loud, yet none of his men had come to check on things. Ba Ge was rather frustrated; sometimes, having a boss who was too good at fighting wasn't a good thing.

"I need you to keep an eye out for someone." Suddenly remembering something, Huang Quan's expression became much more serious and solemn.

"You've come to the right person!"

Upon hearing this requirement, which likely involved a gray area, Ba Ge, who came from this kind of street environment, instinctively showed interest. He was practically telling Huang Quan directly, "This is exactly what you need."

Some delinquents have a bottom line and don't do anything too heinous, but don't mistake that for genuine kindness. They're incredibly active in gray areas, places beyond the reach of official government power. Even someone like Brother Ba, who wants to reform and get a legitimate job, has these special channels.

It was precisely because Huang Quan had this in mind that he took the opportunity to ask him for a favor.

He casually described Alizee's appearance, clothing, and demeanor. Even without knowing her background, it was best to be on guard against this elegant young woman who had suddenly moved into Aunt Mitis's apartment. Otherwise, it would be terrible to be caught completely unprepared if something happened to Alizee one day.

"Hmm, the person you're talking about... I feel like I've heard someone mention him somewhere before..."

Ba Ge scratched his head, and unconsciously put down the beer bottle.

"I remember now!" Ba Ge clapped his hands and proudly held up one finger. Huang Quan's eyes brightened slightly, not expecting to get news of Alizee so quickly.

"Ahem, you understand, right?"

He rubbed his index, middle, and thumb fingers together, and gave Huang Quan a knowing look.

"..."

Huang Quan was momentarily speechless with anger, his gaze sweeping strangely over the smug Street Fighter several times. It was fair and reasonable; this wasn't a charity. To keep an eye on things, you had to bribe your superiors and subordinates. Money wasn't everything, but you couldn't do anything without it!

"Wait for me here."

There should still be some money left over from the last withdrawal at home, more than enough to buy information or commissions. Even if it's not enough, in a place like this, money is just a string of numbers; you can have as much as you want.

………………

"So, all we know is that her name is Huang Quan, and we knew nothing about her background before moving into this city?"

A private detective agency located several streets away from Brother Ba's territory.

Wearing a mask and sunglasses, with her hair completely tucked into a hat, Natalia let out a cold, mocking laugh. The private detective in front of her kept wiping the cold sweat from his brow with a handkerchief. The oppressive aura emanating from this mysterious master was simply unbearable for an ordinary person!

Like a quiet, dormant volcano!

You, standing here, have no idea when the quiet volcano will suddenly erupt, unleashing a devastating thunderous force that will engulf you entirely!

"My abilities are limited..."

"You didn't say that when I first approached you." A cold glint flashed in Natalia's red eyes. She utterly despised those who made grand promises and boasts. Weren't these incompetent people, who were of no help whatsoever, no different from trash?

The detective didn't dare to reply, and the rate at which sweat dripped from his forehead and neck noticeably increased.

"I'll give you another week. If you still can't figure out her background, you don't need to come see me anymore."

"Yes Yes!"