He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

She recalled being beaten with a stick by her stepfather when she was a child. If she had had an older brother like Yang Jiulang to protect her back then, she might not have ended up like this.

Her parents divorced, and neither wanted her. She lived with her grandmother, who beat her and called her a burden. After her grandmother died, she went to find her mother, but was bullied by her stepfather. Never before had a man protected her so unconditionally, like Yang Jiulang.

But now, this man she's known for less than three days, this seemingly frail man, is using his body to shield her from a punch.

"Uncle..." she sobbed, gasping for breath, "Uncle, let me go... please leave me alone..."

Yang Jiulang remained silent, gritting his teeth as he hugged her even tighter.

Meanwhile, Lee Hyori was so preoccupied with her own situation that she couldn't pay attention to what was happening. She peeked at the scene and saw Yang Jiulang holding Hou Qinqin, who was huddled together. She was anxious but couldn't get away from her.

Another heavy blow landed on the back of Yang Jiulang's head, and his vision went black; he almost fainted.

At this critical moment...

【Ding! 】

The system's female voice sounded in my mind, still sweet and coquettish, but noticeably faster:

Lee Hyori's favorability +10, current: 60

Hou Qinqin's favorability +15, current: 65

[Hou Qinqin's favorability has exceeded 60 points, triggering a key milestone reward: Full Power Unleashed]

[Skill Description: Integrates the essence of Jeet Kune Do, Tai Chi, and Hung Gar, boosting combat power to top-tier special forces level. Includes a Bruce Lee mode for a cool and stylish boost.]

What?

Yang Jiulang was still in a daze.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat flowing from my dantian throughout my body, and my limbs were inexplicably filled with strength.

Yang Jiulang suddenly opened his eyes.

Just as the bald man was about to kick Yang Jiulang in the head, he suddenly met his eyes.

A sudden chill ran through me.

He saw that the look in his eyes had changed.

Before it was fear, now it's murderous intent.

The bald man shook his head and yelled, "You dare glare at me?!"

He kicked it in the head.

Yang Jiulang moved.

He braced himself with one hand on the ground, his body springing up like a spring, not only dodging the kick but also completing a 360-degree turn in mid-air, landing behind the bald man.

The bald man missed his kick and almost fell over.

Where are they?

"Here it is."

The bald man turned around and saw Yang Jiulang brushing the dust off his body, his movements unhurried, as if he hadn't been the one who had just been beaten.

"You fucking..."

Before the bald man could finish speaking, Yang Jiulang punched him in the stomach. The bald man fell to his knees with a thud. Before he could react, Yang Jiulang had already grabbed the back of his neck, slammed his head to the ground, and smashed it down hard.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the bald man's face was covered in blood.

The entire room fell silent.

All the thugs stood there, stunned, unable to believe their eyes.

How did that weakling who was just beating up and crouching on the ground suddenly...?

"What are you all standing there for? Charge!" Green Hair shouted.

The thugs realized what was happening and swarmed forward.

Yang Jiulang loosened his bald head and walked towards the crowd.

In the next thirty seconds, Lee Hyori and Hou Qinqin witnessed the most shocking scene of their lives.

Yang Jiulang moved nimbly, weaving through the crowd like an eel, constantly striking, each punch and kick precise and ruthless.

A punch smashes his chin, an elbow breaks his nose, and a kick rips his groin.

His movements were fluid and graceful, with an eerie rhythm, like he was dancing.

What's most terrifying is his gaze, cold and calm.

"Holy crap..." Lee Hyori muttered, "How is this possible?"

She had practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) and knew what kung fu was like. But what Yang Jiulang was demonstrating was beyond her comprehension. It wasn't Sanda, it wasn't Taekwondo, it wasn't combat sports, it wasn't any kind of kung fu she had ever seen, but rather...

Damn aesthetics.

Violent aesthetics.

Hou Qinqin stopped crying, her eyes still glistening with tears as she grinned, completely absorbed in her husband's awesomeness.

That's right, honey, her affection level has exceeded 60, and she's inevitably falling in love.

The last thug was sent flying by Yang Jiulang's punch, crashing into a tree and sliding down, twitching twice before going still.

More than a dozen people lay sprawled in the alley, their cries of agony echoing through the air.

Yang Jiulang stood amidst a pile of "corpses," looked down at his fist, then looked around, his expression somewhat bewildered.

Suddenly, on a whim, he struck a classic Bruce Lee pose, rubbed his nose with his thumb, then spread his hands and let out a strange "Ah-da~" sound.

The entire room fell silent.

Lee Hyori: "..."

Hou Qinqin: "..."

The bald man lying on the ground muttered, "This is fucking..."

Yang Jiulang remained in the same position, but inwardly he was screaming: "Damn it, why am I doing this? System, don't mess with me, this is too childish!"

But the effect was phenomenal.

Hou Qinqin's eyes lit up like light bulbs: "Uncle, no, husband, you're so handsome~"

Lee Hyori stared at him blankly, her heart pounding.

This man... he was so timid just a moment ago, and now he's incredibly handsome. This contrast is just too much.

Yang Jiulang put down his hand, walked over to the bald man, and squatted down.

The bald man, his face covered in blood, cried out in terror, "Uncle..."

Yang Jiulang glared at him: "Damn, you're older than me."

"Brother," the bald man quickly changed his tune, "Brother, I was wrong. I didn't recognize your greatness. Please forgive me this time."

Yang Jiulang patted his face: "Will you bully people again in the future?"

"I won't do it again, I won't do it again."

Yang Jiulang nodded in satisfaction. "I hope we'll have the chance to meet again."

"No, no, we'll disappear."

Yang Jiulang took out three coins he had gotten from grocery shopping and threw them at the bald man's face: "Here, take this money and use it to pay for the brothers' medical treatment."

Without turning his head, he walked gracefully towards Hou Qinqin and Li Xiaoli.

Hou Qinqin threw herself into his arms: "Honey, you're amazing! Do you know kung fu? Are you a hidden martial arts master? Why didn't you show it sooner?"

Lee Hyori also asked, "Yeah, why did you have to take so many hits?"

Yang Jiulang frowned, unsure how to explain. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I originally planned to interact with everyone as an ordinary person, but instead I saw you being bullied. I'm not going to pretend anymore. I'm coming clean. I entered Shaolin Temple at the age of four to learn martial arts. I was exceptionally talented and progressed rapidly. I completed my training at the age of nine and left the mountain. To this day, I have rarely encountered an opponent."

Lee Hyori stared at him blankly, unsure of what to say.

Yang Jiulang waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go home, my back hurts so much, ouch..."

"it is good."

Lee Hyori quickly picked up the vegetables and carried them herself, while Hou Qinqin had already taken Yang Jiulang's arm and carefully held them between her legs.

The three men walked past the grove of thugs wailing on the ground and disappeared into the distance.

The bald man lay on the ground, clutching the few coins Yang Jiulang had thrown at him, staring intently at their retreating figures, gritting his teeth as he muttered, "This fucking seven cents, you...you insulted me..."