After screaming, these drunk rascals finally reacted that someone was ruining their fun. They cursed and rushed over to surround her.
Zhong Ruanxing thought this fight would be very difficult, but with just a casual punch, the opponent screamed and fell to the ground. One punch per little punk, and soon a circle of moaning subordinates lay around her.
Damn—
So this is what having absolute power feels like, it's so fucking awesome.
Zhong Ruanxing took off her suit jacket and put it on Song Shuling, then stepped on the tattooed man's wrist again. He cried and begged for mercy again: "Don't step on it, bro! It hurts, it's going to break, bro! I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"
Zhong Ruanxing sneered, picked up his phone next to him and flipped through the camera roll.
The tattooed man cried and said, "I haven't had time to take any videos yet, really."
Zhong Ruanxing slapped him twice: "Noisy."
After checking all the punks' phones and making sure there were no inappropriate photos left, Zhong Ruanxing finally felt relieved.
Footsteps sounded from behind, and Fu Ling, who had rushed over with his bodyguards after locating Song Shuling on WeChat, saw the scene in front of him and immediately felt very guilty: "I'm sorry boss, we got here too late."
Zhong Ruanxing lifted her chin, and Fu Ling immediately had the bodyguards control the few punks who had already lost their fighting spirit.
Song Wenyin held Song Shuling and sat on the steps, staring blankly at her expressionless cousin flicking his hand, feeling he was very tall in that moment.
Zhong Ruanxing turned on the camera and pointed it at the tattooed man: "Do you know who I am?"
The tattooed man didn't dare get hit again. He pursed his lips and shook his head nervously.
She then pointed to Song Shuling: "Do you know who she is?"
The tattooed man hesitated for a moment. Zhong Ruanxing narrowed her eyes. He immediately nodded: "I know, I know, Song Shuling, the rich miss of the Song family."
Zhong Ruanxing smiled and asked: "Since you knew she was from the Song family, how dare you do this?"
The tattooed man was held by the bodyguards, shivering in fear. He swallowed and said, "We... we just drank too much and got carried away... we didn't restrain ourselves..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Ruanxing punched him in the stomach. The tattooed man yelped and vomited. As he puked, he said, "We lost a lot of money gambling recently! We wanted to take videos to ask her for money! We know we were wrong!"
Zhong Ruanxing lowered her eyes and wiped her right fist: "How do you know her?"
Seeing that fist which looked like it could punch a cow to death with one hit, the tattooed man was terrified. That last punch felt like it ruptured his stomach. Afraid that Zhong Ruanxing would punch him again, he spilled everything out quickly: "We met through extreme sports. Song Shuling has a lot of money and is very generous, she pays no matter how much we spend. We like hanging out with her. Usually we flatter her and she enjoys it, so we gradually got close."
Zhong Ruanxing turned and asked Song Wenyin: "Is what he said true?"
Song Wenyin had calmed down: "I don't know how Shuling met them either, but tonight Shuling did say she was taking me to meet her cool friends who do extreme sports."
Tattooed Man: "Yes, yes, that's us."
Zhong Ruanxing punched him again: "Did I ask you?"
The tattooed man swallowed the blood and mucus back down. He didn't dare speak again.
Zhong Ruanxing looked at the unconscious girl in Song Wenyin's arms, and thought of her own sister. Looking at the punks in front of her, she almost wanted to kill them. A ferocious glint flashed across her eyes, and she coldly ordered Fu Ling: "Take their pants off."
Fu Ling, who never questioned the boss's decisions, immediately did as told.
The punks wanted to resist but were held down by Fu Ling's four burly bodyguards. They deflated and obediently let their pants be taken off.
Song Wenyin held Song Shuling tightly, burying her head. Zhong Ruanxing turned her back and coldly said, "Squat down, hands raised above your heads, look at the camera."
This position was too fucking humiliating!
The punks wailed loudly, but under the bodyguards' pressure, they could only obey. The five or six men lined up bare-bottomed, squatting in a row. The scene was simply eye-burning. Even Fu Ling had to look away.
But the boss told him to take videos and photos.
Fu Ling: ...Must endure for the boss!
After taking the video, the punks cried and begged as they put their pants back on. Zhong Ruanxing turned around, squatted in front of the tattooed man and tapped his face with her phone: "Dare to appear in front of Song Shuling again, I'll make sure everyone who knows you receives this video, from close friends and family to elementary school teachers. Understand?"
With his face covered in tears, snot, and blood, the tattooed man nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand!"
She lifted her chin: "Scram."
The punks fled with their pants in hand.
"Boss," Fu Ling said hesitantly, "Should we call the police?"
Zhong Ruanxing walked to Song Shuling and brushed the hair from her face. Her small face was pale from drinking too much, bearing six or seven points of resemblance to Song Jinxing. She couldn't remember if she had seen Song Shuling at the family banquet in the old house that day.
"They haven't managed to take any videos yet, at most it's attempted crime. They wouldn't be detained for more than a few days," she said, turning to Fu Ling, "Have some people keep an eye on them. This group is restless and will commit crimes again. Catch them red-handed then call the police."
Fu Ling felt the boss was two meters tall at that moment: "Yes!"
Zhong Ruanxing bent down and picked up Song Shuling in her arms. Song Wenyin quickly covered Song Shuling with her suit jacket. They walked through the alley back to the car. She didn't know how much Song Shuling had drunk, the car reeked of alcohol.
She asked over her shoulder: "Send you home first?"
Song Wenyin twisted her fingers, calming down now but still gripped by the usual fear of this infamous Third Brother. She kept her head lowered and said softly: "If I go back this late my mom will beat me to death. I guess I'll go to Shuling's place to sleep..."
She must have gone mad from fear to call the Third Brother for help!
But... of all the siblings, she was most afraid of Third Brother, yet also felt he was the most capable. She had only heard bits and pieces about the things he did after returning to the country, during gossip sessions with her girl friends. When they talked about Third Brother, they were utterly infatuated, saying how amazing and ruthless he was, simply the dream man of every girl.
So that was why she had sought his help in her most helpless and fearful moment.
And Third Brother was indeed as formidable as the rumors said! Recalling the earlier scene, Song Wenyin's fear of him now contained a trace of admiration.
Zhong Ruanxing also didn't know where Song Shuling lived.
When they had exchanged information last time, Song Jinxing had only briefly mentioned having this younger sister. When their parents passed away, Song Jinxing was seven and Song Shuling was only three, both still ignorant children.
Later Song Jinxing was soon sent abroad by Grandpa Song. At that time, he was only four years older than Song Shuling—far too young to care for a four year younger sister. So Song Shuling stayed in China, raised by Grandma Song and Fourth Aunt Song together.
They probably still had some memories of sibling interaction when young. But as time went by, the distance grew as they aged, and by the time Song Jinxing returned to China, he didn't know how to interact with this unfamiliar sister.
In his heart, Song Shuling seemed no different than the other Song relatives.
Zhong Ruanxing messaged the driver: "Come to my place then."
After screaming, these drunk rascals finally reacted that someone was ruining their fun. They cursed and rushed over to surround her.
Zhong Ruanxing thought this fight would be very difficult, but with just a casual punch, the opponent screamed and fell to the ground. One punch per little punk, and soon a circle of moaning subordinates lay around her.
Damn—
So this is what having absolute power feels like, it's so fucking awesome.
Zhong Ruanxing took off her suit jacket and put it on Song Shuling, then stepped on the tattooed man's wrist again. He cried and begged for mercy again: "Don't step on it, bro! It hurts, it's going to break, bro! I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"
Zhong Ruanxing sneered, picked up his phone next to him and flipped through the camera roll.
The tattooed man cried and said, "I haven't had time to take any videos yet, really."
Zhong Ruanxing slapped him twice: "Noisy."
After checking all the punks' phones and making sure there were no inappropriate photos left, Zhong Ruanxing finally felt relieved.
Footsteps sounded from behind, and Fu Ling, who had rushed over with his bodyguards after locating Song Shuling on WeChat, saw the scene in front of him and immediately felt very guilty: "I'm sorry boss, we got here too late."
Zhong Ruanxing lifted her chin, and Fu Ling immediately had the bodyguards control the few punks who had already lost their fighting spirit.
Song Wenyin held Song Shuling and sat on the steps, staring blankly at her expressionless cousin flicking his hand, feeling he was very tall in that moment.
Zhong Ruanxing turned on the camera and pointed it at the tattooed man: "Do you know who I am?"
The tattooed man didn't dare get hit again. He pursed his lips and shook his head nervously.
She then pointed to Song Shuling: "Do you know who she is?"
The tattooed man hesitated for a moment. Zhong Ruanxing narrowed her eyes. He immediately nodded: "I know, I know, Song Shuling, the rich miss of the Song family."
Zhong Ruanxing smiled and asked: "Since you knew she was from the Song family, how dare you do this?"
The tattooed man was held by the bodyguards, shivering in fear. He swallowed and said, "We... we just drank too much and got carried away... we didn't restrain ourselves..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Ruanxing punched him in the stomach. The tattooed man yelped and vomited. As he puked, he said, "We lost a lot of money gambling recently! We wanted to take videos to ask her for money! We know we were wrong!"
Zhong Ruanxing lowered her eyes and wiped her right fist: "How do you know her?"
Seeing that fist which looked like it could punch a cow to death with one hit, the tattooed man was terrified. That last punch felt like it ruptured his stomach. Afraid that Zhong Ruanxing would punch him again, he spilled everything out quickly: "We met through extreme sports. Song Shuling has a lot of money and is very generous, she pays no matter how much we spend. We like hanging out with her. Usually we flatter her and she enjoys it, so we gradually got close."
Zhong Ruanxing turned and asked Song Wenyin: "Is what he said true?"
Song Wenyin had calmed down: "I don't know how Shuling met them either, but tonight Shuling did say she was taking me to meet her cool friends who do extreme sports."
Tattooed Man: "Yes, yes, that's us."
Zhong Ruanxing punched him again: "Did I ask you?"
The tattooed man swallowed the blood and mucus back down. He didn't dare speak again.
Zhong Ruanxing looked at the unconscious girl in Song Wenyin's arms, and thought of her own sister. Looking at the punks in front of her, she almost wanted to kill them. A ferocious glint flashed across her eyes, and she coldly ordered Fu Ling: "Take their pants off."
Fu Ling, who never questioned the boss's decisions, immediately did as told.
The punks wanted to resist but were held down by Fu Ling's four burly bodyguards. They deflated and obediently let their pants be taken off.
Song Wenyin held Song Shuling tightly, burying her head. Zhong Ruanxing turned her back and coldly said, "Squat down, hands raised above your heads, look at the camera."
This position was too fucking humiliating!
The punks wailed loudly, but under the bodyguards' pressure, they could only obey. The five or six men lined up bare-bottomed, squatting in a row. The scene was simply eye-burning. Even Fu Ling had to look away.
But the boss told him to take videos and photos.
Fu Ling: ...Must endure for the boss!
After taking the video, the punks cried and begged as they put their pants back on. Zhong Ruanxing turned around, squatted in front of the tattooed man and tapped his face with her phone: "Dare to appear in front of Song Shuling again, I'll make sure everyone who knows you receives this video, from close friends and family to elementary school teachers. Understand?"
With his face covered in tears, snot, and blood, the tattooed man nodded quickly: "I understand, I understand!"
She lifted her chin: "Scram."
The punks fled with their pants in hand.
"Boss," Fu Ling said hesitantly, "Should we call the police?"
Zhong Ruanxing walked to Song Shuling and brushed the hair from her face. Her small face was pale from drinking too much, bearing six or seven points of resemblance to Song Jinxing. She couldn't remember if she had seen Song Shuling at the family banquet in the old house that day.
"They haven't managed to take any videos yet, at most it's attempted crime. They wouldn't be detained for more than a few days," she said, turning to Fu Ling, "Have some people keep an eye on them. This group is restless and will commit crimes again. Catch them red-handed then call the police."
Fu Ling felt the boss was two meters tall at that moment: "Yes!"
Zhong Ruanxing bent down and picked up Song Shuling in her arms. Song Wenyin quickly covered Song Shuling with her suit jacket. They walked through the alley back to the car. She didn't know how much Song Shuling had drunk, the car reeked of alcohol.
She asked over her shoulder: "Send you home first?"
Song Wenyin twisted her fingers, calming down now but still gripped by the usual fear of this infamous Third Brother. She kept her head lowered and said softly: "If I go back this late my mom will beat me to death. I guess I'll go to Shuling's place to sleep..."
She must have gone mad from fear to call the Third Brother for help!
But... of all the siblings, she was most afraid of Third Brother, yet also felt he was the most capable. She had only heard bits and pieces about the things he did after returning to the country, during gossip sessions with her girl friends. When they talked about Third Brother, they were utterly infatuated, saying how amazing and ruthless he was, simply the dream man of every girl.
So that was why she had sought his help in her most helpless and fearful moment.
And Third Brother was indeed as formidable as the rumors said! Recalling the earlier scene, Song Wenyin's fear of him now contained a trace of admiration.
Zhong Ruanxing also didn't know where Song Shuling lived.
When they had exchanged information last time, Song Jinxing had only briefly mentioned having this younger sister. When their parents passed away, Song Jinxing was seven and Song Shuling was only three, both still ignorant children.
Later Song Jinxing was soon sent abroad by Grandpa Song. At that time, he was only four years older than Song Shuling—far too young to care for a four year younger sister. So Song Shuling stayed in China, raised by Grandma Song and Fourth Aunt Song together.
They probably still had some memories of sibling interaction when young. But as time went by, the distance grew as they aged, and by the time Song Jinxing returned to China, he didn't know how to interact with this unfamiliar sister.
In his heart, Song Shuling seemed no different than the other Song relatives.
Zhong Ruanxing messaged the driver: "Come to my place then."
