You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

The screws protrude only a little over the chair legs, about one or two centimeters, but the edges are quite sharp.

Su Qinghe tentatively rubbed the cable tie on her wrist against the screw a couple of times, then touched it with her finger and could feel a shallow scratch on the plastic surface.

It can be ground.

Her heart tightened, and she subtly adjusted her posture, leaning back slightly against the chair.

It looked as if the person had curled up into a ball because of fear.

But in reality, her wrist was rubbing the cable tie back and forth on the screws with very slight movements behind the chair.

From the front, she did not sway noticeably, making it impossible to detect anything unusual.

Zhao Wenyu looked at her with his eyes down for a while, and seeing that she kept her head down and didn't move, he thought that she had finally been frightened into giving up all resistance.

He chuckled, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled.

The smoke dissipated into a hazy, gray fog in the dimly lit warehouse.

"Su Qinghe, why are you doing this to yourself?"

Zhao Wenyu, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, spoke in a lazy tone, his words brimming with arrogance.

"Why not just live a normal life instead of getting involved with that guy surnamed Jiang?"

"Don't you know how badly he's hurt me? How dare you be with someone so vicious? Aren't you afraid that one day he'll turn on you and use the same methods he used on me?"

Su Qinghe ignored him, her attention focused entirely on her wrist.

The cable tie has been worn down to a noticeable dent, and the plastic has become much thinner, but it hasn't broken yet.

almost.

Faster.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhao Wenyu felt very bored. He flicked his cigarette ash in annoyance and glanced at the thug next to him who was scrolling through short videos.

"Go, double-check the entrance, just in case anyone sneaks in."

The thug was clearly reluctant to move. "Even ghosts don't come to this godforsaken place, what are you so nervous about?"

"Just go when I tell you to, stop talking nonsense."

Since they were being paid to do something, even if the thugs were unwilling, they could only grumble as they stood up and dragged themselves toward the door.

Losing one person is undoubtedly advantageous for Su Qinghe.

She immediately quickened her pace, even though the burrs on the screw edge had already scraped the inside of her wrist, causing a burning pain, but she didn't even flinch.

The dents on the cable ties are getting deeper and deeper, and the plastic has become very thin.

almost.

After finishing his cigarette, Zhao Wenyu casually threw the butt on the ground and crushed it out with his foot.

He glanced at Su Qinghe idly and found that she still looked like a wilted blade of grass, and a sense of smugness rose in his heart.

See? In the end, she's just a little girl.

No matter how much you pretend to be indifferent or tough, when it really comes to this, aren't you just cowering there like a quail, not daring to move at all?

This crushing feeling made Zhao Wenyu feel particularly comfortable.

He strolled slowly a few steps, then squatted down in front of Su Qinghe. "What's wrong? Scared?"

Su Qinghe did not look up.

Zhao Wenyu reached out and pinched her chin, trying to turn her face around.

"I'm talking to you, look up at me."

This is the moment.

Su Qinghe has been waiting for this moment!

The instant Zhao Wenyu's hand reached out, she tightened her wrist—

The cable tie broke.

But Zhao Wenyu was completely oblivious, his face still bearing a nauseatingly smug smile, his fingers about to touch the girl's cheek.

但下一秒，他的笑容就凝固了。

Su Qinghe's right hand shot out from behind her with unexpected speed, then she brought her five fingers together, palm facing upwards, and slammed it hard onto his nose.

"puff--"

Zhao Wenyu's nose started bleeding instantly.

He leaned back and crashed heavily to the ground, clutching his nose with both hands and letting out a scream.

Su Qinghe gave him no time to catch his breath.

As she sprang up from the chair, her left hand swiftly grabbed the chair leg, intending to use the chair as a weapon.

But the chair was too heavy and difficult to use, so she immediately gave up and instead glanced around.

Two steps to the right, on the ground, lies an iron pipe about half a meter long, just thick enough to be held in one hand.

Su Qinghe rushed over and bent down to pick up the iron pipe.

One of the thugs was the first to react.

He didn't even have time to throw away his phone before cursing and lunging at Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe stepped forward to meet the thug, then swung the iron pipe horizontally, striking the outside of the thug's right knee.

The knee is one of the most vulnerable joints in the human body. When subjected to lateral impact from the outside, the ligaments offer almost no resistance.

This was something her master had taught her when she was wandering.

Never think about a head-on confrontation when you are much smaller than your opponent.

Hit the knee, hit the throat, hit the groin, hit the temple.

These four spots don't require much force, but once hit, they are enough to instantly incapacitate an adult man.

The thug's right leg immediately went weak, and he knelt on one knee with his mouth wide open, a scream escaping his throat.

"ah!!!!"

Su Qinghe delivered another blow, and this time the thug completely quieted down, slumping to the side without making a sound.

Meanwhile, the thug who went to check the entrance also heard the commotion and hurriedly ran back.

Su Qinghe glanced down at the ground, where a pile of broken glass lay scattered at her feet.

She stepped on a pile of broken glass with the sole of her sandal, and just as the thug rushed in front of her, she kicked it with her toe, sending shards of glass flying everywhere.

The thug instinctively raised his hand to cover his face, and at the same time, instinctively closed his eyes tightly.

In that brief moment of raising his hand and closing his eyes, his entire side of his head was exposed, and he lost both his defensive and offensive capabilities.

Su Qinghe stepped forward, tightened her elbow, and used the momentum of her body rotation to deliver a powerful elbow strike to his temple!

She held nothing back this time.

The thug's head snapped to one side, his eyes went unfocused for a moment, and after swaying twice, he fell to the ground like a wall that had been pushed over.

The back of his head hit the cement floor with a dull thud.

He didn't get up again.

The thug who had been hit in the knee earlier was now grimacing and trying to get up, one hand supporting himself on the ground and the other clutching his knee.

Su Qinghe walked over and kicked him in the chest, causing the thug to fall heavily backward.

She looked down at him and raised the iron pipe.

"Stop...stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

The thug was completely terrified and instinctively covered his chest with both hands, pleading frantically.

Su Qinghe's soft heart was only ever shown to Jiang Che. No matter how much the thug begged for mercy, the iron pipe in her hand still fell and slammed hard into his groin.

The thug's screams echoed through the warehouse as he rolled around on the floor, clutching his groin.

After Zhao Wenyu was slapped on the nose by Su Qinghe, he slumped to the ground, clutching his nose, his hands covered in blood.

By the time he finally came to his senses and tried to get up and run towards the door, Su Qinghe had already dealt with the two thugs and was walking towards him step by step, carrying an iron pipe.