My Arrogant Young Lady

"Fuck you, don't underestimate me!" I grabbed his body and flipped him over, pinning him down again.

By this time, we both had a good idea of ​​each other's strength. We were evenly matched, but he was slightly better than me. I could probably land three punches on him for every two he landed. Little Good Guy and I quickly started fighting, rolling around in the pool while relentlessly punching each other's faces.

With each tumble, the capsules in the pool burst, making a loud crunching sound. Little Good Guy punched me hard in the shoulder, knocking me down and pinning me to the ground. "Idiot, you think you can defeat me, a paper tiger? Today I'll teach you a lesson, and then on my wedding day with Wang Che, I'll have my way with her body. So what if your Wang family is powerful? Your Wang family girls will still be played with by me, won't they? Damn it, I'll beat you to death!"

"Fuck you! I'll shut your stinking mouth up with fake medicine!" Enraged, I grabbed a handful of capsules and shoved them into his mouth. Then, remembering the move that struck Tang Wendi with lightning, I punched him in the throat.

I hit him in the throat, and the little guy swallowed the whole capsule in his mouth. Then his face turned blue. He clutched his throat and glared at me fiercely.

"You beast, you have no right to marry my sister!" With another punch, I knocked him to the ground.

As he fell to the ground, the capsule beneath him creaked loudly again. I was about to push him down when he kicked me hard in the stomach.

He kicked me backward, then pounced on me again. His face was pale, and he copied me, grabbing the capsule and shoving it into my mouth. As he did so, he panted heavily and said viciously, "Fuck you! Our Hao family doesn't sell fake medicine. You actually fed me so much real medicine, I'll let you taste the power of this real medicine!"

He pressed his hand firmly against my mouth, crushing the capsule and causing powder to spill out. The powder was very bitter, making my face turn pale.

Just then, I saw one of the thugs who had been knocked down by the hurricane pull out the silver needle from his face. He roared in pain, blood streaming down his face. Then, the thug pulled out another silver needle from his face. Then, he lunged at me angrily.

I suddenly felt a weight on my body, and the two of them were pressing me down so hard it was very uncomfortable. The thug kept hitting me, and I started seeing stars.

Suddenly, an even louder crash came from beneath me. I felt myself being thrown into the void. The three of us—Little Good Guy, Husband, and I—fell heavily to the ground at the same time.

I never dreamed that the bottom of this capsule pool was made of rubber. The capsules in the pool were about two meters deep, and at the bottom was a vortex-shaped piece of rubber. When someone started the machine, a huge opening would appear in the rubber at the bottom of the pool. Then the capsules in the pool would fall onto a wide assembly line and be passed to other assembly lines for sealing and packaging.

Because we were playing so intensely, the rubber sheet under the pool couldn't support our weight. Suddenly, it looked like a downpour of capsules, and the three of us landed heavily on the assembly line below.

I was the first to fall. I groaned in pain as my back hit the running water. Then came Little Good Guy and the Scoundrel, who both landed on top of me at the same time.

With another muffled groan from their blows, the thug suddenly slid off the assembly line with a look of surprise. Only Little Good Guy and I remained. Little Good Guy pressed down on me and continued to slam his fists into my face.

He kept punching us. We were being carried higher and higher like on an assembly line. Then I saw An Yao, Tian Lei, and Di Huo below. They were still surrounded by a large group of thugs, and they were starting to break down. Hurricane had been slashed at some point, and Lu Zhicheng had also been slashed several times. An Yao, barely managing to dislocate one thug's wrist, was then attacked by several more thugs.

Wang Che, however, had already taken refuge on a high assembly line. She appeared quite relaxed, not far from us. As she watched Xiao Haoren and I being propelled higher and higher by the assembly line, Wang Che gently clapped her hands and said, "How wonderful! This is exactly the result Che'er wanted to see."

"Wang Che, you're truly despicable. I've treated you so well, like my own sister. And you actually took advantage of our trust and deceived us. You've disappointed me so much..." I said coldly, looking at her.

"It's about to fall off," Wang Che said, pouting.

"What?" Hearing Wang Che's words, I couldn't help but glance behind me. At that moment, I saw that we had already been pushed up to a height of over four meters by the assembly line. And behind us, there was absolutely nothing.

With a loud shout, I immediately grabbed Little Good Guy's arms and flipped him over. Then, we both fell down the high assembly line at the same time.

Even though I was on top of Little Good Guy, I still fell hard when I landed. Both my knees hit the hard rubber, and I yelled in pain as I tumbled off Little Good Guy.

Then, I had no strength left. Little Good Guy and I were being pushed along two separate small assembly lines, and I watched as pieces of tin foil were printed onto my arm by the machine.

"Hahaha, almost done for, huh? But I'm still doing alright, and so are our men. Who would have thought that the dignified heir of the Wang family would be such a waste? Today, you're destined to be crippled here by me!" With that, the little good guy tore off a few pieces of tinfoil from his face. Then, he crawled towards me with great difficulty.

And I saw that Thunder and Fire were already exhausted. The people roared incessantly, but were swallowed up by the dark mass of figures in the crowd…

Chapter Seventy-Six: A Pyrrhic Victory

His expression was ferocious, but the little good guy's eyes gleamed as he looked at me. Even though he was exhausted from fighting, his fighting spirit remained high. He laboriously crawled towards me, slowly rising from the assembly line beneath him onto me. I was already out of strength and could only watch helplessly as he punched me in the face.

With a groan, the kind-hearted man panted heavily. After catching his breath for almost a minute, he punched me hard in the face again.

By then, I had gradually regained some strength. I watched as the little guy rested on top of me, and Wang Che sat on the high assembly line, laughing at us.

As he landed his third punch, I suddenly flipped over and we both fell off the assembly line to the ground.

Just then, I saw Mount Everest suddenly rise from the crowd. He let out a roar like an earthquake. He grabbed a thug and threw him out violently. Meanwhile, Thunder, Fire, Hurricane, Lightning, and An Yao all emerged from the crowd. Hurricane scattered his silver needles, and another group of thugs fell to the ground.

He pulled out three heavy iron rods from his person. Connecting the three rods together, he transformed into a ball of red flame and charged into the crowd. Instantly, screams of agony echoed through the sea of ​​people once more.

"Damn it, if we let these thugs stay here, we'll be letting down the Wang family's reputation!" With a sneer, Tian Lei also drew his weapon. He tore open a black bag, revealing a gleaming short knife inside.

Not only heavenly thunder and earthly fire, but everyone else also used weapons. An Yao's weapon was a bunch of exquisitely crafted Emei daggers. Each time she used one, a thug would fall. Lightning's weapon was a gleaming iron chain. With a swing of the chain, a whistling wind would sweep away a group of thugs.

Then there was Mount Everest, who wore a menacing tiger-shaped fingernail. With a swing of his fist, he instantly dented four holes in a thick iron pipe. His tiger-like eyes coldly surveyed the thugs, and he roared in an icy voice, "Anyone who's not afraid to die, come on!"

With a whoosh, the thugs retreated like a receding tide upon seeing their weapons. But they didn't let them go; instead, they stared intently at them, maintaining a standoff.

On this side, I lay on the ground and regained a lot of strength. After panting for a while, Little Good Guy and I looked at each other and crawled towards each other.

Then, we saw the other person's expression change. At the same time, we raised our fists and swung them at each other's faces.

However, when we swung at each other at the same time, I was a little more cautious. Perhaps because he had been hit by the ground fire for so long, he had trained my reaction time to be a little faster.

Just as the little good boy's fist was about to hit my eye, I suddenly tilted my head slightly. At that moment, his fist grazed my ear. But my fist landed squarely on his eye.

After taking my punch, he looked at me in surprise and collapsed to the ground. But he could still breathe, lying on the ground panting heavily with sweat all over his face.

Having defeated the good Samaritan, I couldn't help but glance back. Seeing the look of satisfaction in everyone's eyes, Lightning grinned mischievously and gave me a thumbs up.

To lure all the thugs in the factory and prevent them from helping the good Samaritan, Lightning brandished his chain and roared, "Come on! Boss against boss, henchmen against henchmen. Anyone else who's not afraid to die, come at me!"

Upon hearing Lightning's words, the tattooed man at the head of the group immediately became enraged, "Don't fucking underestimate us!"

Having said that, the tattooed man immediately led the charge. Seeing him go, his henchmen followed suit. In the blink of an eye, another fierce battle erupted. Wielding their weapons, they beat down one thug after another, and Tian Lei and his men were soaked in sweat.

Feeling so tired he could barely keep his eyes open, Di Huo suddenly ripped off his shirt, revealing a giant red dragon engulfed in flames. The dragon was ferocious, its head seemingly roaring at people, its entire body densely surrounding Di Huo's strong frame, making him appear even more imposing.

Seeing that Earthfire had taken off his shirt, Mount Everest and the other three hall masters also removed their shirts. On Hurricane's strong upper body was a massive, mist-like wind dragon. Thunder's upper body was a ferocious blue dragon. Lightning's upper body was a purple dragon crackling with electricity. As for Mount Everest, his upper body was covered in obscure, ancient script. His tall, powerful body, like a totem, inspired awe and reverence.

The five masters stood there, continuously releasing their powerful auras. The thugs opposite them retreated again, their eyes filled with fear as they sensed their terrifying presence.

"Heh, I never imagined you could force my four hall masters to unleash their full power. Although you outnumber us, if we continue fighting, we'll only suffer mutual destruction. We'll be severely injured because of you, and you'll lose many of your comrades. If you insist on fighting, then we're ready!" Hurricane's expression was solemn, his eyes chillingly cold. He took out a white paper fan from his waist and opened it. He waved it lightly twice, releasing an eerie aura.

"Kill them!" Suddenly, one of the thugs charged forward again.

As he charged forward, Hurricane's eyes changed. With a light flick of his white paper fan, the thug immediately let out a scream. Then, his eyes widened in terror as he retreated. A gaping, bloody gash appeared on his chest, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

“If you come any closer, we’re really going to kill you.” Hurricane’s eyes were as cold and sharp as frost.

There were still many thugs present, but they dared not make a move. They believed that Hurricane meant what he said, and that Hurricane really dared to kill.

Just then, the little good Samaritan next to me suddenly got up. Taking advantage of my momentary distraction, he punched me hard in the face. Caught completely off guard, I fell straight to the ground. Then, he lunged at me again with a whoosh.

Enraged, I roared at his lunging body, "Are you fucking never going to stop?!"

Gritting my teeth, I kicked him hard in the stomach. His face changed drastically, and he curled up on my body like a shrimp.

Grabbing his long hair, I pulled him up and punched him hard. Then I threw him down next to me and pummeled him with a flurry of punches.

Punch after punch. I unleashed my pent-up anger, relentlessly raining blows on his face. As I punched him, I roared, "Your name is utterly unbecoming of your character! Why don't you fucking change your name? From now on, you'll be called Little Bad Guy!"

"Wang Xi, I don't believe I can't beat you!" He endured my punches, scratching and clawing at me with his nails amidst the chaos.

"Get out!" I yelled again and punched him hard in the face.

At that moment, I saw him become quiet. His hands slowly fell, and his gaze became vacant. And I, finally exhausted all the strength in my body, slumped and collapsed to the ground, falling off him.

Thump. Thump, my heart is pounding. Lying on my back, I see Wang Che looking down at me with a haughty gaze. She's still so beautiful, even more beautiful than before. Her face is no longer pale. She no longer looks haggard. Her eyes are clear, full of spirit. She exudes an air of arrogance, like a lily in a flower garden.

Looking into my eyes, a cold smile gradually crept onto Wang Che's lips. Suddenly, he landed lightly, squatting down beside me and looking at me, saying, "Brother, you're all exhausted."

"..." She was panting heavily, and I saw that she was too tired to speak.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Wang Che covered her mouth and chuckled softly. Standing up, she looked at An Yao and Di Huo, and said with a smile, "Even knowing it's a trap, you still went for it. Che'er, your deception skills are truly superb."

"..." After hearing Wang Che's words, An Yao looked at her coldly without saying a word.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Wang Che laughed even harder. She turned around gracefully and smiled at us, saying, "Since none of you have the strength left, then let Che'er take the lead."

As she spoke, Wang Che gently clapped her slender, jade-like hands. Her voice was soft, yet so clear.

With a loud crash, the massive roller shutter of the pharmaceutical factory suddenly rose. A cold wind howled, and a blinding white light stung our eyes.

Heavy snow was blown in by the wind, and a group of young people in camouflage stood at the door, looking at us with cold smiles...

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Wang Che's Choice

Gradually, the pharmaceutical factory's massive roller shutter door rose to the top. With a click, a deathly silence fell around us. The young men standing at the entrance still wore cold smiles. The wind grew stronger, blowing snowflakes onto them. They stood there straight, each one looking so cold and upright.

Suddenly, the young man at the head of the group moved. He took off his hat, revealing short black hair. A mischievous smile played on his lips, but his eyes were resolute. Wearing black combat boots, he led the young men behind him step by step into the factory building.

As he entered the factory, the factory seemed to grow colder with his arrival. He exuded a sharp, murderous aura, along with a thick stench of gunpowder and blood. These qualities were present in both thunder and fire, but his was far more intense. I also noticed that his camouflage uniform had shoulder insignia. Those insignia were distinctly different from those of the Anjia military unit. They bore a large general's star and dragon-like patterns.

He merely glanced at me. His eyes immediately flashed with arrogance and disdain. Then, he opened his mouth and spoke to Wang Che. As he spoke, many of the thugs and I couldn't help but widen our eyes in disbelief. Because we couldn't understand a word he was saying.

Hearing the young man's words, Wang Che smiled. Her smile deepened, and then she glanced at me and An Yao with sympathy.

Just then, I heard An Yao mutter something to him. She seemed very angry and was loudly scolding the young man.

Suddenly, the kind-hearted boy next to me sat bolt upright. He glanced at the young man in horror, muttering, "The Wang family's guards are here! Wang Che actually brought the Wang family's guards. He's General Cui, a ruthless killer..."

After saying that, the good-natured boy stood up and ran. But he had only run to the door when a young man tripped him and he fell to the ground.

The man was instantly covered in blood. The two young men, expressionless, picked up the little good-natured man and threw him back next to me.

After I threw the good-natured boy back to my side, I suddenly saw him cry. He immediately knelt down in front of Wang Che, crying and begging for mercy, "Second Miss, please don't kill me. I know you don't like me, you think my family is poor, you think I'm a bad person. I do drugs, I frequent prostitutes, and I have a sexually transmitted disease, but if you don't like me, you can just break off the engagement. Please don't marry me. Please let me go, please don't kill me. I'll go back and tell my mother that I'll never stick to your family again. We're not getting married, please let me go..."

When I heard the kind-hearted man say he had that kind of illness, I was so frightened that I immediately moved a little to the side. Then I thought about the scene when we were fighting earlier. I felt an indescribable disgust.

Wang Che smiled and walked over to us. She gently squatted down and looked at the little girl with her clear eyes, saying, "Just now, it seemed like someone thought Che'er was a slut and wanted to replace Che'er and play with Che'er's sister."

"Ah!" Upon hearing Wang Che's words, the good-natured boy immediately screamed. Then, he slapped himself hard several times and said, "Second Miss, I thought you were being played, and I said those things in anger. I'll never dare to curse you again, never dare to change, never dare to insult your Wang family again, and never dare to have any improper thoughts about An Yao. You, you can let me go... No, do you even want me to marry you? Actually, you're so beautiful, and I genuinely like you. You're probably more elegant than An Yao. If you like me, I can marry you right away..."

*Slap!* Wang Che delivered a hard slap to the kind-hearted boy's face. His gaze gradually turned to disgust, then he looked at him coldly and said, "Who would like a disgusting thing like you? I'd rather marry a beggar than a disgusting thing like you!"

"Okay, okay, then if you won't marry me, you can let me go. I'll go talk to my mom and ask her to break off the engagement!" the kind-hearted girl quickly said.

"Heh. Who do you think you are? Do you think you can just call off an engagement like that?" Wang Che's eyes lit up, but then gradually dimmed again.

"Gibberish." General Cui suddenly spoke up.

"Yes." Wang Che nodded gently after hearing General Cui's words. Then, she looked at me intently, reached out her delicate hand, and gently stroked my face. Her eyes gradually turned a light red.

"Wang Che, are you really going to kill us!?" An Yao asked Wang Che coldly.

Hearing An Yao's words, Wang Che didn't answer her. She continued to look at me, gently stroking my face with her delicate hand. At that moment, her eyes were filled with complex emotions. Her hand was cool as she gently stroked my face and said, "Wang Xi, if we weren't father, if we weren't family, I think we would definitely become good friends. Perhaps, I might even fall in love with you and marry you."

"You want to kill me?" Feeling her long nails slicing across my face, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

“There’s no other way, because we’re family. As long as you don’t die, I can’t become the heir. And today is a golden opportunity that only comes around once every few decades. You and An Yao are both here, and if you die, Che’er will have two less competitors. Thank you for loving me so much, thank you and An Yao for caring for me so much. You are my good brother and sister. If we have to blame anyone, it’s that we were born into the wrong family, that we shouldn’t be siblings. If we weren’t born into such a family, there would be nothing worth fighting for…” As he spoke, Wang Che’s eyes reddened even more.

Her clear eyes blinked. Something glistening streamed down her cheek...

"Wang Che, you are so cruel! Even if I, Hurricane, die today, I will not let you lay a finger on the young master and the young lady!" Hurricane suddenly spoke, pointing the white paper fan in his hand sharply at Wang Che.

With a whoosh, three dark figures flew out from the paper fan, heading straight for Wang Che.

Wang Che smiled, still watching me with tears streaming down her face. With a slight flick of her right hand, she knocked the three dark figures to the ground. Then, with another flick of her slender fingers, countless flashes of cold light flew from her hand.