in2ebook Chapter 501 An Qi, right? I heard from Lao Wu that you're a good fighter?
Chapter 501 An Qi, right? I heard from Lao Wu that you're a good fighter?
He organized his thoughts:
"She loves cars to death, especially the feeling of speeding on the track. Every time our group brings a new face into the circle, she's like she's discovered a new toy, and she insists on dragging her down the track for a lap to 'test the goods.' It's her quirk, and also her way of expressing 'welcome'... although it's a very hardcore way."
He paused, lowered his voice even further, and spoke with deep reverence:
"As for why I'm afraid of her... bro, here's the key point! She doesn't rely on her family's power because her own fists are strong enough! So strong that there's no need to even mention the 'Pacific Ocean'!"
Wu Shaojie held up two fingers and waved them in front of his eyes, looking terrified.
"See these fingers of mine? Last year, I practiced Taekwondo for a year and wanted to spar with her, but she almost broke them on the spot with an over-the-shoulder throw and a grappling move! She could easily take on two of me!"
He glanced around at the few second-generation rich kids secretly watching from a distance:
"If you don't believe me, just grab anyone here and ask them. Who hasn't received Sister Qi's 'care'? That kid Zhang Lang was a step too slow last time, and she kicked him in the butt, leaving him lying on the ground for ages!"
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched as he listened, his mind racing: "Holy crap! So if I don't go racing, I'll get beaten up? In a physical sense?"
He had absolute confidence in his enhanced physical abilities after his rebirth and his ability to easily defeat Tang Hao, the vice president of the martial arts club.
But the key point is... the other party is a woman! And a woman with incredibly powerful connections! If a fight really breaks out, winning would be an unfair victory, and losing... would be an utter disgrace!
No matter how this fight goes, we'll suffer a huge loss!
"So if I don't go," Ye Fan swallowed hard, pointed to himself, "she'll just beat me up?"
Wu Shaojie looked at him with a sorrowful expression and nodded heavily:
"I'm definitely not going to escape a good beating, because I brought you here. As for you..."
He patted Ye Fan on the shoulder:
"Given Sister Qi's decisive nature and her 'special' treatment of newcomers, he's probably not going to escape a good beating. Brother, just bear with it; getting beaten up is better than her holding a grudge!"
Ye Fan was utterly speechless: What kind of world is this?! Rich, powerful, and able to fight—is this woman cheating?
He glanced at An Qi subconsciously and saw that she had already warmed up and was slowly doing squats. The taut leg muscles under her racing suit were smooth and full of explosive power. The slight "click" sound when she occasionally twisted her neck made Ye Fan's eyelids twitch wildly again.
Coupled with Wu Shaojie's serious expression and Zhang Lang's previous desperate escape, this deterrent effect is probably no joke!
Damn it! I absolutely cannot lay a hand on them! But getting beaten up is just too frustrating!
Ye Fan's mind raced, trying to find a way out of this dilemma.
In a flash, a daring, or rather, suicidal thought crossed my mind!
Under Wu Shaojie's astonished gaze, Ye Fan took a deep breath and actually walked towards An Qi.
He stopped two steps in front of An Qi, cleared his throat, and forced a smile that he tried to appear natural.
"Ahem! Um... An Qi, right? I heard from Lao Wu that you're pretty good at fighting?"
Thump! Wu Shaojie, who was not far away, almost knelt down before Ye Fan after hearing this suicidal opening line!
He sped back to his Ferrari with lightning speed, opened the door and jumped in, leaving only his eyes sticking out. His heart was pounding, ready to step on the gas and escape the scene in a life-or-death race!
Anqi stopped warming up and looked with great interest at this "good kid" who had returned and dared to "provoke" her again.
She removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of deep, sharp eyes like a hawk's, and her red lips slowly curved into a dangerous yet alluring smile:
"What? Little brother, want to have a fight with your big sister?"
That tone carried a strong sense of interest and...anticipation?
It was as if they had finally found a fresh sandbag.
How about a fight? In bed or out of bed? If it's in bed, I'm all for it, I'll fight until dawn! Out of bed, forget it!
A good man doesn't fight with a woman, especially a female warrior who can kill an ox!
Ye Fan was internally ranting, but dared not utter a single word.
His smile instantly became incredibly bright and genuine, as if he hadn't just uttered that dangerous probing remark:
"Hey! What's the fighting about! Peace brings wealth, peace brings wealth!"
Ye Fan waved his hands repeatedly, his movements exaggerated:
"I was just curious, asking! It's just running a lap with you on the track, no big deal! Let's go! Let's go now! Don't keep your sister waiting!"
He spoke very quickly, and his attitude completely changed.
An Qi: "..."
She stared at Ye Fan's spectacular performance, which was comparable to the face-changing act in Sichuan opera, and remained stunned for several seconds.
Immediately, a genuine smile, tinged with amusement and interest, slowly bloomed on her cold and beautiful face, like a bewitching flower suddenly blooming on an icy plain.
She gently shook her head, her whisper almost inaudible, yet carrying a hint of interest she had never shown before: "Heh... what an interesting little man."
Their gazes, as if they had discovered a new and fascinating toy, were fixed intently on Ye Fan.
An Qi looked at Ye Fan's "obedient" and resigned expression, which also seemed to be ready to die. Her red lips curled slightly, and she was about to walk around the front of the car to the driver's seat, so that this "interesting little man" could experience what it meant to be truly terrified.
Just as her slender fingers were about to touch the car door handle—
"Miss! Miss!" A hurried, deliberately lowered female voice called out.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young woman dressed in a well-tailored business suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses jogging over, her face showing undisguised seriousness.
She clutched a vibrating phone tightly in her hand, strode over to An Qi, and handed it to her directly, her voice low and urgent:
"Miss, this is an emergency from headquarters! Something's happened at Pacific Technology! We need your immediate attention!"
An Qi's expression, which had been filled with amusement and hunting excitement, instantly froze, her delicate eyebrows furrowing tightly, as if a crack had suddenly appeared on the surface of ice.
She took the phone deftly, without even glancing at Ye Fan, and turned to walk a few steps away to a secluded spot.
With her back to everyone, she stood tall and exuded a cold and austere aura. Her voice was low as she spoke on the phone, and only a few cold and decisive short sentences could be vaguely heard: "Say... are you sure? Wait for me for thirty minutes."
The solemnity and decisiveness in his tone were completely different from the languid and alluring way he had been when teasing Ye Fan.
The short phone call seemed to freeze the air around them.
When An Qi ended the call and turned to walk back, the ease and playfulness on her face had vanished completely, replaced by an icy chill and a hint of menace.
Clearly, the news coming from the phone was not good.