Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Chapter 641 Outnumbered? Quite the contrary

Well, perhaps Shotgun Girl's short stature led her to target the lower region first. Ling Qingyu had already stood up when her loli partner acted.

She almost winced at the sound as a loud crack shattered the tense atmosphere, followed by the man's excruciating scream.

The rest of the audience, as well as the victims, were dumbfounded by the sudden entry of another girl.

Even a few men, who had been hesitating on whether to intervene, paused in amazement. Shotgun Girl pounded her fists into the man, hammering his flesh with relentless blows that produced a series of heavy thuds.

There were many ways to quickly subdue him, even though he was bigger, but Shotgun Girl chose not to. There had to be a reason, and Ling Qingyu had her own suspicions.

No one noticed how the girl had managed to close the distance, as if she had blinked into their sight.

Three men nearby stood up after a brief hesitation, and Ling Qingyu designated them as some sort of bodyguards.

Oh, so that's why—the woman had tried to endure. If she and Shotgun Girl hadn't acted, the other woman who tried to help would have suffered greatly.

Hmph, since they liked to use force, it would be rude not to reciprocate. She swiftly hopped forward and stomped on the man who was about to lunge at her girl, sending him flying and crashing into the furniture.

Still, she had withheld a significant amount of strength. Otherwise, she would have kicked someone to death—just like last time.

While her girl continued bullying the poor scumbag, Ling Qingyu leaned back, effortlessly dodging an oncoming punch from a gangster. She sighed slightly, disappointed at the lack of skill.

She felt disgusted—there were so many openings and weak angles that she had lost interest in deciding where to strike.

In the end, she merely sidestepped, using his momentum to slam his head against the furniture. To ensure he was completely knocked out, she smashed his head three more times before turning her attention to another attacker.

This one was about to lunge at Shotgun Girl. Though she trusted that her loli partner could handle it, Ling Qingyu grasped his arm, locked the joint, and used precise pressure to twirl him around before throwing him over her shoulder.

Aside from the initial kick, which was a little too extraordinary for an average person, she barely used any real strength—replicating the combat ability of a normal girl.

These were techniques that exploited an opponent's own movements. Against trained fighters skilled in kickboxing or wrestling, more effort would have been required.

The more techniques one mastered, the more options they had—provided they trained relentlessly to embed them into muscle memory.

Ling Qingyu, however, didn't need to memorize. She had been deliberately beaten by Tang Ziyi so that everything she learned became ingrained in her very bones.

The crowd gasped in amazement as they witnessed a woman take down three men effortlessly, wasting neither time nor energy.

Where had they ever seen such a sight?

As for the scumbag, who had been beaten to the point of near-autism and was still groaning, nobody cared.

The victim and the woman who had tried to help, on the other hand, were frozen in place, stiffened by the brutal scene before them.

At the same time, they looked at the whining man on the floor—reduced to a pathetic mess—and realized he wasn't so strong after all. It had been their own fear and instinctive awe that had rendered them powerless.

Had they learned proper techniques, they could have escaped unscathed—or even defended themselves.

Yet, in stark contrast, the victim shuddered at the thought of being alone with the man again.

Why in the world did she still want to stay with him? The reasons could be many.

Sometimes, rescuing a victim of domestic abuse wasn't just about removing them from the situation—the problem also lay within themselves.

While Ling Qingyu devised ways to handle the aftermath, including compensating the bar, the sudden appearance of numerous men and locked doors at the entrance disrupted everyone's thoughts.

"Huh," Shotgun girl muttered as she analyzed the situation. "Boss, it looks like this bar is up to no good."

"That's even better, isn't it?" Ling Qingyu cracked her fingers. "Now I don't have to waste brain cells. They just handed us the perfect solution to our problem. Shouldn't we thank them?"

Shotgun girl giggled, tossing away her worries completely. Wasn't this what umbrellas were for?

Call the boss when you can't solve a problem and beg for help!

"Outsiders, for what purpose are you causing chaos?" A figure stood on the bench near the bartender and spoke. "This area belongs to Vermillion."

"No purpose. But let me ask—why? Do you plan to detain us?" Ling Qingyu responded frivolously.

"That depends on your answer and sincerity," the man snorted, avoiding her question.

"Well, is it wrong to beat a man who abuses a woman? We were protecting her." Ling Qingyu noticed the victim trembling even more, lost in her own world of fear.

The woman who had stepped in to help had a livid expression, as if she hadn't expected the situation to escalate this drastically.

The proverb about only helping others if you could protect yourself had never rung truer.

"That doesn't give you the right to beat our men," the man quibbled.

"So, you want compensation, I see." Ling Qingyu chuckled. There was no need for further talk. She glanced at her partner and nodded.

The duo had no concerns. They also carried concealed firearms, ready to be drawn if the situation called for it.

Not to mention, Spirit Fox and the police had no leverage over the Vermillion gang, who were too clever to be caught off guard.

Now that she had an opportunity, why let it slip? Another win for her wife, Yang Qingyue.

"Give up. You're outnumbered and surrounded. I'll admit, you girls can fight, but you should know when to stop before you get hurt."

"Outnumbered?" Ling Qingyu scoffed, her voice laced with mockery, as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke of the century. Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire

Who was really locked in here? Who was actually surrounded?

Just the two of them—she and her little loli—were more than enough to tear through this entire place, reducing it to splinters and broken bodies. If she factored in the hidden operators stationed for her protection, then these fools weren't just outmatched—they were already doomed.

She wasn't reckless. She valued her life too much to walk around without precautions. With just a word, armed guards would emerge from the locked doors and breach in, turning this standoff into a massacre.

It would be boring if Spirit Fox's attire were revealed. With guns and armor, what was there to play as gangs except to sing "Conquered?"

Still, she was curious. What would the gang do if she played along? Could she put more charges later on based on their words? Well, noting more fear exhibited by the two women, Ling Qingyu stopped the idea of acting.

"You take the rear and protect them," Ling Qingyu gestured at the two frightened women. "I'll handle the rest. It's about time I collected the interest owed by Tang Ziyi's fist."

Shotgun girl nearly burst out laughing at her boss's words while silently lighting a candle of sympathy for the men who thought they had the situation under control.

With that, Ling Qingyu charged forward, and the fight erupted. Shotgun girl wasn't about to be outdone.

Pangs, booms, and shattering glass reverberated through the bar.

The violence was so intense it shook the floor—not even the fourth-dimension cameras were spared.