Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The wind at the alley entrance suddenly picked up, whipping up scraps of paper and coal dust that blew against people's faces. Su Wanxing stood at the door of her house, the icy shards on her fingertips feeling even colder in the wind.

Su Mingyu had already moved an old wooden table behind the door, and was holding a half-open bottle of mineral water in his hand.

"Sister, Zhao Hu will definitely come." Su Mingyu's voice showed no fear. "We just broke the legs of three of his men; he can't afford to lose face like this."

Su Wanxing nodded and peeked out from behind the curtains.

The streetlights at the alley entrance were still broken, and only the light from the distant card room flickered, casting long shadows of several approaching figures. The blades of the machetes gleamed coldly in the dim light, and the one leading them, with dyed yellow hair, was none other than Zhao Hu.

Seven or eight people walked quickly and hurriedly, their footsteps making a thumping sound on the uneven ground. Hearing the noise, the surrounding residents closed their doors and turned off their lights. In an instant, only the sound of Zhao Hu and his group's footsteps could be heard in the entire alley.

With a loud crash, the thug at the front kicked over the trash can at the alley entrance, scattering garbage all over the ground.

Zhao Hu stood at the door of the Su family's bungalow, slammed his machete against the door frame, causing the plaster on the wall to crumble and fall off.

"Su Wanxing! You little bitch! Get out here right now!" Zhao Hu's roar carried far through the alley. "You dare touch my people? You're asking for trouble! If I don't skin you alive today, I'll change my name to something else!"

The siblings inside the house exchanged a glance. Just as Su Mingyu was about to open the door, Su Wanxing reached out and stopped him.

She walked to the door and spoke coldly through the door panel: "What do you want?"

"How about that?" Zhao Hu laughed angrily, slamming his machete hard against the door, leaving a deep mark. "Your brother broke the legs of three of my brothers."

"Either you come out now and sleep with me for one night, and pay back every last penny of the 300,000 yuan principal and interest; or I'll break both of your legs today and throw you out on the streets to beg! I want to see how long you can hide!"

The thugs nearby joined in the commotion, spewing increasingly vulgar insults. Some pounded on the door, others spat on it, and still others shouted that they would rush in and drag Su Wanxing out.

Su Wanxing's expression grew colder and colder.

She originally intended to just break the legs of the three men with red hair and leave it at that, settling the score three days later. But Zhao Hu insisted on coming to her door and even dared to insult her with such words.

Su Mingyu was trembling with anger. He raised his hand to open the door, but Su Wanxing pressed his arm down again and shook her head at him.

She took a deep breath and said coldly through the door, "I don't have any money. If you're so capable, come in and take it yourself."

"Oh, still so stubborn?" Zhao Hu sneered, taking a step back and gesturing with his chin to his henchmen behind him. "Kick down the door! Go in and drag that little bitch out. Break the legs of any men and throw them out!"

Two thugs immediately rushed up and kicked the wooden door hard. The old wooden door creaked, and the old wooden table behind the door was knocked out of place.

Su Mingyu immediately stepped forward to brace the table, while Su Wanxing stood to the side, three sharp ice spikes already forming at her fingertips.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of kicking the door grew louder and louder. The hinges of the wooden door were loose, and the gaps were widening. The thugs outside could even see the lights on inside.

Zhao Hu stood behind, a sinister grin on his face, as if he could already see Su Wanxing being dragged out and kneeling before him, begging for mercy.

"Kick it hard! I'll reward you handsomely if you kick it open!" Zhao Hu roared.

Just as the wooden door was about to be kicked open, Su Wanxing suddenly raised her hand, and three ice spikes shot out through the crack in the door, accurately hitting the knees of the two thugs at the front.

"what!"

Two piercing screams rang out simultaneously, and the two thugs instantly fell to their knees. The ice picks on their knees were deeply embedded, and the biting cold mixed with excruciating pain made them roll on the ground, unable to even stand up.

The people outside were stunned; no one expected that the people inside would dare to take the initiative.

Zhao Hu's smile froze. He looked at the two underlings rolling on the ground, then at the icicles gleaming coldly on their knees. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by even stronger anger.

"Damn it, you dare to lay a hand on me?" Zhao Hu grabbed his homemade pistol from his waist, cocked it with a click, and pointed the muzzle at the wooden door. "I think you're asking for death! Get out of my way! I'll shoot these two bastards dead!"

The thugs around him immediately backed away, and Zhao Hu stood at the front, his finger on the trigger, his eyes full of ruthlessness.

His homemade pistol was inaccurate, but at close range it was enough to pierce a person's chest. He didn't believe these two little bastards could withstand the bullets.

"I'll count to three. If you don't come out by then, I'll shoot your brother first, then I'll gang rape you!" Zhao Hu roared. "One!"

Inside the room, Su Mingyu's expression changed, and he instinctively stepped in front of Su Wanxing.

Su Wanxing reached out and pulled him behind her, the frost on her fingertips growing thicker and thicker, even condensing into a faint layer of cold air around her.

She wasn't afraid of knives or sticks, but guns were different; they were too fast, and she wasn't confident she could block them the moment they were fired.

"Two!" Zhao Hu's voice rose another notch, his finger already on the trigger.

Su Wanxing took a deep breath, her eyes as cold as ice.

She listened intently to the sounds outside, and could clearly hear Zhao Hu's breathing and the faint sound of his finger pulling the trigger.

"three!"

As soon as Zhao Hu finished shouting, gunshots rang out.

With a loud bang, the bullet pierced the wooden door and shot towards Su Wanxing.

Su Wanxing was prepared. With a flick of her finger, a half-meter-thick ice shield instantly appeared in front of her.

With a crisp "clang," the bullet struck the ice shield, leaving only a shallow dent before falling to the ground.

Zhao Hu outside was stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes. Those were real bullets, yet they were blocked by a sheet of ice.

He instinctively fired another shot, but this time the bullet hit the ice shield and still failed to penetrate it.

"This is weird! This is fucking weird!" Zhao Hu cursed, raising his hand to fire again, but the gun in his hand was suddenly caught by a stream of water, and he veered to the side. The third shot hit the wall next to him, splashing up a cloud of white dust.

"Who?!" Zhao Hu looked up abruptly and saw the wooden door being pulled open from the inside, with Su Wanxing and Su Mingyu standing in the doorway.

A stream of water swirled around Su Mingyu's fingertips; it was he who had deflected Zhao Hu's gun just now.

"Your grandpa is me." Su Mingyu sneered, flicked his wrist, and the water flow turned into a whip, lashing Zhao Hu's gun-wielding hand hard.

Zhao Hu winced in pain, his grip loosened, and the pistol fell to the ground.