Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

On the afternoon of the third day, the two sat on the edge of the bed to rest. Su Mingyu moved his injured leg and found that the plaster had completely healed. He gently pulled it open, and the plaster cracked. He simply removed the plaster and threw it in the corner.

"Sis, look." Su Mingyu stood up, took a few steps, and jumped around. He was exactly the same as before he was injured, and even stronger than before. "I can now beat up three thugs like before."

Su Wanxing smiled, walked to the window, lifted the curtain and glanced out. The people keeping watch at the alley entrance had been replaced by two others. People were coming and going in the direction of the card room, so Zhao Hu should be inside.

"Do you remember what the three people who broke your legs looked like?" Su Wanxing suddenly asked.

"Of course I remember!" Su Mingyu's face immediately turned cold. "One of them had a tiger tattoo on his left arm, one was missing half a front tooth, and the other had dyed red hair. It was those three who hit my leg with steel pipes that day. I'll never forget it."

"I just saw that redhead. He was buying cigarettes at the convenience store at the alley entrance." Su Wanxing's voice was calm, but carried a chill. "Let's go find him after dark and test the results of our training."

She didn't plan to take revenge right now; she just wanted to check if she was capable enough.

Zhao Hu has seven or eight thugs around him and a powerful backer. They must ensure that everything goes smoothly before they can make their move.

Su Mingyu clenched his fists. He had been waiting for this day for three weeks. Just thinking about how arrogant those three people were when they hit his leg made him feel an overwhelming hatred.

"Okay." Su Mingyu nodded emphatically, his eyes full of determination. "After we deal with those three bastards, we'll settle accounts with Zhao Hu, and that big shot behind him. None of them will get away with it."

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As dusk fell, the streetlights in Fu'an Lane were still off, with only the dim yellow light from the small shops and mahjong parlors along the street casting crooked shadows in the alley.

Su Wanxing changed into a dark-colored hooded jacket, pulling the hood down low. Su Mingyu followed behind her, his trouser legs covering his leg that had been removed from the cast. He deliberately walked with a limp, looking no different from before.

The two walked along the wall toward the rental house behind the convenience store. The three thugs Su Mingyu mentioned who broke his leg were currently renting in that area.

The alleyway was filled with the smell of cheap cooking oil and coal smoke. When the residents who passed by saw the two, they instinctively moved aside, their eyes filled with sympathy, but no one dared to come up and say a word.

When she reached the door of the rented room, Su Wanxing stopped and listened to what was happening inside.

Laughter and the clanging of beer cans filled the room, along with profanities, creating a deafening noise.

"I still remember the way Su Mingyu cried and begged for her parents," a shrill voice rang out. It was the red-haired guy. "Tiger said that once that little brat goes to Emperor Hotel, we brothers can have some fun again. That little face of hers, tsk tsk."

Another rough, hoarse voice chuckled, "If that girl knows what's good for her, that's fine. If not, we'll break her brother's other leg. I still remember the sound of bones cracking when I smashed that steel pipe down last time."

Su Mingyu clenched his fists instantly, his knuckles turning white, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Su Wanxing reached out and pressed his arm, gently shaking her head to signal him not to act impulsively.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door of the rented room.

The laughter inside stopped abruptly, and someone shouted gruffly, "Who is it?"

"I'm looking for Brother Red Hair," Su Wanxing said softly, "Brother Tiger asked me to come and give you a message about repaying the money."

There was a two-second silence in the room, followed by footsteps. The door was flung open with a bang, and Red Hair stood in the doorway, a cigarette dangling from his lips. When he saw Su Wanxing, his eyes lit up, and his grin stretched to his ears: "Hey, isn't this the beautiful Su? What, you've come to your senses? You're going to serve us brothers?"

Behind him stood four thugs: Big Tiger, who had a tiger tattoo on his left arm; Haozi, who was missing half a front tooth; and two unfamiliar faces. They were all holding beer cans and were looking Su Wanxing up and down with ill intent, their lewdness almost overflowing from their eyes.

Su Wanxing didn't say anything, but stepped inside. Su Mingyu followed behind her, limping as he entered the room.

Red Hair reached out to touch Su Wanxing's face, but she dodged to the side.

He wasn't annoyed. He slammed the door shut, leaned against it, and sneered, "What? You brought your crippled brother here to beg for mercy? Let me tell you, not a penny less. Either pay back the money, or you obediently go to Emperor Hotel. Otherwise, your brother's leg won't be healed for long."

"I'm not here today to talk about repaying the money." Su Wanxing took off her hood, her face as cold as ice. "I'm here to settle accounts. Three weeks ago, the three of you blocked the alley entrance and broke my brother's leg. That debt should be settled today."

The people in the room were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Big Tiger slammed a beer can on the table, splattering beer foam everywhere. "Settle accounts? Who the hell do you think you are? A little brat with a cripple, you dare to talk to me about settling accounts? I think you're tired of living!"

Mouse, cigarette dangling from his lips, sized Su Wanxing up and down, his eyes glued to her face. "I think she's just asking for it. She's deliberately looking for an excuse to come and have some fun with us guys. What do you guys think?"

The group laughed and tried to surround her, but Su Mingyu stepped forward and stood in front of his sister, his eyes bloodshot: "Weren't you all very arrogant when you hit my leg? Today I'm right here, and I'll see if you can hit my second leg!"

"You cripple, still dare to talk back!" Red Hair cursed, grabbing a steel pipe from beside him and smashing it down on Su Mingyu's leg, the same move he made three weeks ago. "I'll break your other leg today, let's see if you still dare to be so arrogant!"

The steel pipe came crashing down with the wind. Su Wanxing's eyes turned cold, and with a slight twitch of her fingertips, a half-meter-wide ice shield instantly condensed in front of Su Mingyu.

With a loud crash, the steel pipe slammed into the ice shield, the impact making Red Hair's hand go numb, and the steel pipe almost flew out of his hand.

He stood frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the gleaming ice shield, as if he'd seen a ghost: "What... what is this thing?"

The others were also stunned. The steps they were taking to surround them stopped abruptly, and the smiles on their faces froze on their lips.

"What the hell are you trying to pull?" Big Tiger reacted, grabbed a nearby stool, and slammed it down on the ice shield. "I refuse to believe this damn ice can stop it!"

The wooden stool slammed into the ice shield and crumbled with a "crack," sending splinters of wood flying everywhere, but the ice shield didn't even crack.