Everything I bought on online shopping platforms was genuine.

It has to be said that Miss Yuan is quite intimidating with her nunchucks; at least others don't dare to touch her, for fear of being framed and then claiming that they were the ones who hit her!
"Then you don't need to worry about it. Anyway, I've practiced it. It's just that this stick isn't handy. When we meet him today, I'll make sure he tastes my power," Miss Yuan said confidently, rubbing her cheek.

Putting everything else aside, Miss Yuan is definitely a tough guy. Let alone girls, even these men would have been screaming in pain if they were beaten like this by the nunchucks in their hands, but Miss Yuan didn't utter a sound.

"Stop it already. If you keep practicing like this, we won't even need to look for anyone today. We can just take you to the hospital. By the way, have you really practiced?" Lin Mo asked, holding the nunchucks in his hands.

Believe it or not, it's quite heavy, made of solid metal. You could say it's definitely the real deal.

Fortunately, it wasn't a controlled knife, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to bring it with me.

He also has a Longquan sword at home, which can cut iron like mud, but it can only cut iron. In a real fight, it's not as good as this thing.

However, he doesn't know how to use nunchucks. After all, he's only skilled in hand-to-hand combat, not a weapons master, so the nunchucks are useless to him.

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan immediately became displeased: "Are you doubting me?"

"I'm not doubting, I'm certain, you simply can't do it!" Lin Mo said, speechless.

Miss Yuan flew into a rage upon hearing this, jumping up and down and pointing at him: "Bullshit! I hired a coach specifically to teach me back then. I paid the tuition and even got a diploma! Look!"

As she spoke, Miss Yuan took out her phone, opened her photo album, and found a picture of a nunchaku graduation certificate with an official seal from a certain organization on it, which didn't look fake.

However, he could clearly see one line of text below: "Grade 3 Nunchaku Completion Certificate".

"No, Sister Yuan, your elementary school even has martial arts classes?" Lin Mo asked, somewhat shocked.

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan rolled her eyes at him: "How novel! Didn't you take professional extracurricular classes when you were in elementary school?"

"Having this certificate can give you extra points on your junior high school entrance exam. Some certificates can even give you extra points on the high school and college entrance exams. Didn't you know that?"

The others were completely bewildered. They came from ordinary families, and none of them had ever enrolled their children in extracurricular classes, let alone taken certification exams, when they were children.

To this day, besides his ID card, junior high school and high school diplomas, all he has is his driver's license; he really doesn't have anything else.

"I do know a little bit. My homeroom teacher said during the college entrance exam that you could get extra points for any certificate you had," the Sichuan girl said.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo and the others thought back carefully and realized that there seemed to be such a thing, but no one in their class had that certificate at the time, so they naturally didn't pay attention to it.

"No, you didn't have any of this? Didn't your family plan for you back then?" Miss Yuan asked in utter shock.

Upon hearing this, everyone rolled their eyes. What a joke! We're all just ordinary people, and the resources we have access to are mostly from the lowest rungs of society. How could we possibly know so many intricacies?

Miss Yuan's family must have had access to the best resources from a young age, with various preferential policies and bonus points.

It could even be said that even if Miss Yuan's grades were average, she would still be able to get into a very good school.

"Although I admit you've trained, how many years has it been? And with your skills, you must have bought that certificate, right?" Lin Mo said speechlessly.

Miss Yuan: "You're talking nonsense! I took this exam myself, I practiced for a long time!"

"Was your face also covered in bruises like this back then?" Director Wang asked curiously.

Miss Yuan exclaimed, "How could that be? The nunchucks I used for practice were made of sponge!" Everyone:
No wonder you were able to graduate back then, but now that you're all grown up, you're getting beaten up by your own weapon. Turns out you're not used to the real thing. This is much more fun than the cowardly sword.

"Sister Yuan, are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" He Xiaoyue asked, still somewhat worried.

After a night of comforting, although her mood was still dripping, it had at least calmed down a bit.

"No need. For someone who practices martial arts, this little injury is nothing. Wait a moment, I'll be leaving right away!" Miss Yuan said.

Lin Mo: ? ? ?
"Wait a minute? Is there anything else?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Manager Ma arrived with the four men who had participated in the previous beating of Li Dafu's family. All five were dressed in sharp suits and wearing sunglasses; they really did look like bodyguards.

"Young Master Yuan!" Manager Ma greeted him.

Immediately, the four people behind him shouted in unison, "Young Master Yuan!"

"Hmm, not bad. You'll come with me today and help us out. Just do what I say," Miss Yuan said.

Upon hearing this, Manager Ma didn't seem to care, but the four employees behind him were incredibly excited. After all, they had witnessed the whole story behind Manager Ma's promotion, and now the opportunity was right in front of them. It would be a matter of who could seize it and who would succeed.

"Yes, Mr. Yuan!" the four men in suits shouted.

The fake assassin: Lin Mo arranges for a young lady to dance for a Sichuan girl.

The real assassins: Miss Yuan and her property staff.

After all, dancing is only temporary, but promotions and raises are permanent. Working with Boss Yuan, you'll have bread and milk, and buying a car and a house won't be a dream. Who wouldn't want that!
"Okay, get in the car, let's go!"

After saying that, Miss Yuan led everyone out.

They didn't drive Lin Mo's or Chuan Mei's cars; one was a Mercedes-Benz G-Class, the other a Toyota Tank, and Manager Ma had gotten a Toyota. They were all SUVs, with Miss Yuan's G-Class leading the way.

"Ding"

Lin Mo was in the second car when he suddenly found himself added to a group chat.

There were seven people in the group: six of them plus Manager Ma. Then another file was sent over, and my phone started ringing with a group voice message.

Miss Yuan: "Take a look, everyone. This scumbag isn't called Gu Zhinian. His name is Li Chao. He's not from a middle-class family; he's just an ordinary family. He's not highly educated either; he only has a junior college degree."

He now works in operations and maintenance at an e-commerce company. This guy has a criminal record; he used to date multiple girls at the same time, and some of them even went to his house to cause trouble, but his parents didn't care.

Moreover, almost every girl had spent money on him. He used the money he got from the girls to embellish his image, frequented bars, and picked up girls. He succeeded many times thanks to his looks.

He even worked part-time as a model, hoping to climb the social ladder. However, after being beaten up by an older woman, he behaved himself for a while. But he was used to spending money lavishly, and that little bit of money wasn't enough for him. Now he's flirting with several girls at the same time.

"Get ready to be alert when we go in; today we're going to make him fly!"

Everyone:.
(End of this chapter)