Taoist priest goes to America

Li An looked at Ren Mingxuan's face, which was already starting to swell, and then spoke jokingly.

"Your voice sounds more like a man's now, it's much more pleasant."

Ren Mingxuan's eyes widened, his lips began to tremble, and his face began to turn red, starting from his cheeks and spreading to his neck, which even his thick foundation couldn't cover up.

"What did you say?" His voice was no longer the soft, sweet tone with a lingering lilt, but had turned into the high-pitched, rough voice of a rooster after he had been hit.

"Say it again!"

Ren Mingxuan stood there trembling, his eyes bloodshot, staring at Li An. Blood trickled down from the crack in his lips, dripping onto his bare collarbone, but he seemed oblivious, his gaze fixed intently on Li An's face.

"Who do you think you are?" Ren Mingxuan's voice grew louder and louder. "What do you know? What gives you the right to define me like that? I am a transgender woman, a real woman!"

He lunged at Li An, his weak right fist flying out.

Ang Lee didn't even bother to dodge; he slowly raised his left hand, palm facing outwards.

With a "smack," Ren Mingxuan's right fist landed in his palm, making a very soft thud.

Ren Mingxuan's knees bent, and he shrunk halfway down. His face was tilted back towards Li An, and he bit his lower lip, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and tears began to stream down his face.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't shout anymore; only defiant breathing came out of his nostrils.

He raised his left fist from below and punched towards Ang Lee's chin.

Ang Lee didn't even bother to move his right hand. He pulled Ren Mingxuan's body closer by using his left hand, which was holding Ren Mingxuan's fist, and at the same time bent his left arm, with his elbow horizontal in front of him.

Ren Mingxuan's weak fist struck Li An's elbow, like a reed hitting a rock; the slender, fragile reed snapped directly against the rock.

But Ren Mingxuan didn't retreat; instead, he advanced, swinging his fist with the broken bone again, this time aiming downwards, targeting Li An's groin.

Ang Lee raised his left hand and twisted Ren Mingxuan's right fist, which he was holding, outwards.

Ren Mingxuan's wrist was lifted up by Li An's immense force. His body was pulled upwards by the force and intense pain, and his feet almost left the ground.

His left fist had just landed when it was blocked in mid-air by Ang Lee's left elbow.

His fist struck Li An's elbow again, producing a dull thud, and Li An's left hand immediately became red and swollen.

Li An released his grip, and Ren Mingxuan's right arm hung limply at his sides.

Seeing Ren Mingxuan weeping bitterly, Li An shook his head sympathetically, then took a step forward and raised his right foot.

The kick landed on Ren Mingxuan's stomach, sending him flying backward and crashing into the pile of takeout boxes and empty medicine bottles. The empty medicine bottles cracked beneath his body, and his face was buried between the takeout boxes and sauce, his head resting on the pile of crushed takeout boxes.

Ren Mingxuan arched his back as if trying to lift himself up from the ground, but his broken hands couldn't support him, and he fell back down.

Ang Lee walked over, bent down, grabbed his neck with his left hand, and lifted him off the ground.

Ren Mingxuan's feet were off the ground, his light golden hair hanging down, stained with blood and sauce. His face was facing Li An, his left eye swollen shut, and his right eye was still tearing.

"You piece of trash, I really don't even look at you."