Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 648 Lin Fan moved (edited)

Even though Lin Fan might have only intended to frighten Yang Qingyue as Ling Qingyu had done and persuaded, she wasn't going to accept such a move.

So, she expressed her strong and firm stance that she would not tolerate the slightest threat.

"Mr. Lin, we know you have ample experience and plan to retire here," Ling Qingyu began, systematically listing what Lin Fan had done in the past months.

Not a single detail was omitted—from saving a mother and daughter, traveling to another province to meet an aristocratic lady, and thoroughly eliminating a small gang, leaving no one alive.

While Lan Xi broke out in a cold sweat, Lin Fan's expression turned stern. "Are you investigating me?"

"Shouldn't we?" Ling Qingyu smiled. "Among the unstable factors, you rank first. The greatest courtesy we've extended is ignoring your past deeds, which are enough to land you in prison."

"And please, nothing personal—it is what it is. If you're not satisfied, I'm right here." Ling Qingyu sneered, taunting the male protagonist.

Holy shit, the feeling of kneading the protagonist as she pleased was extremely satisfying. Looking at his helpless yet restless expression, Ling Qingyu felt her anger dissipate.

Lin Fan turned his gaze away. The more he talked and listened, the angrier he became. Well, since the other party bore no malice, he wasn't going to act tough—but a small lesson should be fine, right?

"So, Spirit Fox's warning to us is a gesture of goodwill, am I correct?" Lan Xi sighed heavily and asked rhetorically.

"Indeed, you have plenty of time to relocate and transfer your assets. The other gangs won't receive such a gift from us. We'll be dealing with them—eradicating them entirely."

"I thought if we disagreed, you would kill us," Lan Xi joked. "Aren't you afraid that if I say the word, you'll be surrounded and killed?"

Ling Qingyu stood up, holstered the Glock inside her purse, and walked around the sofa before leaning on its back. "That depends on whether you have the ability to keep me here. Or are you willing to bet your lives against mine?"

Lin Fan and Lan Xi tensed at her sudden movement but soon relaxed, seeing that the pistol had been put away.

Lan Xi chuckled, no longer wanting to argue about courage. "I don't think you came alone. Your friends must be nearby."

"Of course," Ling Qingyu nodded. "My team has surrounded the building. To rescue a lone agent, Spirit Fox operators would rush in and kill everyone here. Since Vermilion challenges us, it would be impolite not to reciprocate. How do you like my script?"

Lan Xi frowned, believing the woman was telling the truth. Everyone feared death—it was how they dealt with it that distinguished the ordinary from the heroic.

The two sides had gambled, and she had lost.

Even if Spirit Fox killed the two of them here, they had a sufficient excuse to take down Vermilion Bird. Not to mention, gangs were already an eyesore in the eyes of law enforcement.

Especially now, with the new Commissioner determined to eliminate all disorderly elements and improve the policing image and standards.

The Tiger Gang had already become history, the first example of what awaited others. The other major gangs were in jeopardy.

Besides, this task was more like a reward and an agreement between the two parties. Maybe Miss System also subtly acquiesced to some women joining the harem—except for those of her type.

After all, CEOs, doctors, police officers, military personnel, and so on were Lin Fan's real tools. Hey, there might still be a certain mayor or military officer left somewhere, maybe a queen and a princess, heaven forbid, and she had to find them quickly before it was too late.

Currently, Ling Qingyu seemed caught off guard as she parried Lin Fan's continuous combos and fell into his rhythm.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll call my friends here?"

"No worries," Lin Fan answered in a relaxed manner. "You won't have the energy or time to bother. But don't be afraid—I'll just beat you up. We wouldn't dare kill you. Who told you to point a gun at us?"

Ling Qingyu sneered and defended herself properly. She was merely pretending to be overwhelmed by her opponent's moves.

Who made her entire attributes transcend human limits? With inhuman and godlike reaction speed, Lin Fan's movements were as slow as a snail to her.

If not for wanting to test Lin Fan's depth and techniques, she would have used all her strength to knock this man out.

However, it seemed that toying with this bastard was a better option.

When Ling Qingyu saw Lin Fan closing in with a set of combos, she had to admit—in terms of skill and technique, she was far inferior to the protagonist.

It couldn't be helped, considering her pitiful amount of practice compared to someone who had honed his combat skills for so many years—granted, she was restricting her strength to an ordinary level.

Lin Fan was also shocked by Ling Qingyu's reactions, even under a surprise attack. He relied on momentum to keep the fight within his rhythm.

Yet every punch was either dodged or parried with ease. Apart from the first kick that barely made her flinch, all the others were useless.

Every feint and strike was efficiently executed. In other words, from Lan Xi's perspective, Ling Qingyu was being beaten badly by punches, elbows, and knees.

Collision of fleshes and bones broke the room's silence and murky aura. Lan Xi smiled in relief, satisfied at the way her lover vented her anger.

Ling Qingyu couldn't afford the slightest energy to counterattack and had to focus entirely on defending against the relentless assault or so from the outsider's perspectives.

But only Lin Fan felt the pressure.

She wasn't an easy persimmon. He couldn't finish the fight as he had imagined—the opponent seemed to have a third eye, thoroughly understanding his every move.

This became even more obvious when Lin Fan closed in and tried to use his shoulder as a weapon, intending to knock Ling Qingyu out of her stance after distracting her with his merciless strikes.

In his mind, there was no way she would have time to react. Her hands and legs were occupied with defending against his attacks. This move should hurt her—it wouldn't end the fight, but it was enough to serve as the lesson he had declared.

Yes, Lin Fan had already given up on outright defeating this woman, knowing full well the difficulties that lay ahead.