Mated at First Sight
Chapter 1006 - 672: The Sport of Face-Slapping (First Update)

Chapter 1006: Chapter 672: The Sport of Face-Slapping (First Update)

He was indeed curious to see how she could snatch something from the hands of their Boss and his wife and make an escape.

With that thought, Xigua lifted his lips leisurely, the curve on his mouth as he smirked resembled the mocking smile Mu Lin often had when playing a prank. "Sis, that woman, is running towards you guys, remember to receive her."

Mu Lin chuckled lightly, "Relax, leave it to me and Chen. I just happen to want to meet her." As long as the ’good’ thing in her hands was still with her, Mu Lin believed that the woman would not easily escape.

Why?

Were they dumb?

They could even come up with such a ’complex’ method like committing suicide by disembowelment, so the least they could do was show a little respect for their "beliefs."

Hearing Mu Lin’s words, Xigua turned and walked in another direction, instructing the Ying Sun people to tie up everyone from that whatever ghost family in one room, leaving four people here to watch over things, while the rest followed him towards their base.

The reason he left "so many people" behind wasn’t because he was afraid they would escape, but rather, he felt that his sister-in-law wouldn’t need that many people there, and it was better to be safe than sorry.

However, those who were left behind wouldn’t have any excitement to watch.

On the other side, at Mu Lin and Jing Chen’s location.

When the woman appeared in the basement, Mu Lin had already been leisurely waiting for her. Glancing at the boy in Jing Chen’s hands and the green thing in his own, he said with a beaming smile, "Are you looking for them?" Innocent eyes on her, "But I’m sorry, we have an old saying, first come, first served. Now that this thing is in my hands, it belongs to me."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man behind the wall commented: First come, first served? Is that really an old saying?

Mu Lin: That’s not important. The important thing is, since the item is already in her hands, she wants to take it back, okay! She is a democratic person, if she has the ability, then go ahead and take it back.

She won’t "stop" her.

"Who are you guys?" Looking at Mu Lin and Jing Chen, the woman was wary. The clothing Mu Lin wore was different from what she had just seen on someone else.

The two men before her made the woman cautious, especially Jing Chen. As for Mu Lin... That smiling, seemingly weak and delicate appearance, always tended to be underestimated.

Mu Lin expressed that she was actually used to it, it made things more fun, didn’t it? She was almost in love with the sport of face-slapping! Gazing leisurely at the other party, "As for such a pointless question, I don’t think it deserves an answer from me. You want this thing, right?" Mu Lin lifted the object in his hand, "This really is a good thing, you want to take it, I don’t want to stop you."

"What do you want exactly?" The woman couldn’t see through Mu Lin’s intentions.

She had been told once that people were particularly cunning, and she should be careful not to be played. This woman in front of her gave off an indescribable strange vibe.

She looked frail and weak, yet her instinct told her Mu Lin was very dangerous.

That probably counted as a woman’s sixth sense.

Mu Lin carelessly placed the treasure in their eyes at a spot just behind Jing Chen’s feet, not fearing Jing Chen would accidentally crush it; lifting his gaze towards her eyes that couldn’t look away, he said slowly, "If you keep staring, I will think you have taken a fancy to my husband. Let me tell you, there’s nothing I dislike more than someone coveting everything that belongs to me, especially him."

He gestured with his thumb towards Jing Chen, whose eyes were filled with adoration.

The woman snorted coldly, looking at Mu Lin, "What exactly do you want!" An expert at talking nonsense.

Mu Lin’s thoughts were completely incomprehensible to her.

Mu Lin merely smiled leisurely, "Actually it’s quite simple. I haven’t had a fight with anyone in a long time, and today my hands are itching. You seem pretty resilient (voice-over: pretty enduring); and of course, most importantly, I haven’t had a fight with a woman yet."

Hearing Mu Lin’s words, the Ying Sun people smirked speechlessly: Sis, have you forgotten about that fight from one month previously during the mission; uh... my mistake, that seemed to be with a... which country was that woman from again? She did look quite good and had a nice figure.

Of course, still not as beautiful as their sister-in-law.

Mu Lin: ...If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute.

...

The woman looked at Mu Lin, "If I win the fight, will you hand over the two items in your hands to me?"

"If you want them, then you’ll have to win first," he said confidently. Looks like this might be interesting.

"Why should I fight you without a stake?" Mu Lin’s words made the woman frown.

Mu Lin curled his lips, smiling slightly, "Of course, because you... have no choice." With that, he stretched his hand to point behind her at this very moment. Xigua and the others had already arrived, their submachine guns uniformly aimed at her head.

He continued, "If you beat me, and I’m in a good mood, maybe I’ll personally see you out." Of course, that was assuming she could beat him first.

"Fine. I accept." It seemed she indeed had no choice today; or perhaps, her only choice now was—Mu Lin.

She removed her jacket to reveal her muscles, which caused Mu Lin to raise an eyebrow.

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving! "Look thin in clothes but muscular without" must refer to the woman in front of him.

However, sadly, he could not appreciate it.

Mu Lin took a step and slowly walked towards the center of the arena.

Watching Mu Lin, the woman’s gaze was dark, her lips curled in a cold sneer.

Perhaps this woman opposite had some skills and was cunning, but she certainly was no match for him; since she had thrown herself at him to be used, why shouldn’t he oblige her and let her serve her last purpose? As long as he captured this woman, he would have the chance to take back that thing and to leave this place safely.

Without thinking, the Ying Sun members had already guessed this woman’s thoughts at the moment.

No way around it, they had seen too many of this type over the past few years.

Self-righteousness is the greatest virtue, making them admire it whether they liked it or not.

Next moment, her body suddenly moved. With a fierce look in her eyes focused on Mu Lin’s throat, she shaped her hand into a claw and lunged at his throat with no mercy.

Well, after all, this was a fight for life.

Youyou, Mu Lin lifted his lips, his expression unchanging. However, as his opponent drew close, the atmosphere suddenly shifted, the arch of his lips deepened, and with a light sidestep and a hooking kick...

The woman suddenly stumbled and fell face-first to the ground.

She never expected Mu Lin to make such a move!

"Oh dear, how careless," he said in a cool voice, thick with mirth. Unfortunately, there was still not a hint of warmth in his eyes.

This woman was not just self-important but—foolish as well! Watching the incredulous woman on the ground, Mu Lin’s eyes grew deeper, his lips curving in a half-smile.

As she lay there in pain, a wave of humiliation washed over her. She abruptly stood up and turned to attack Mu Lin again, each move ruthless and merciless. Yet, time and again, Mu Lin outmaneuvered her, causing her to fall countless times. He stood there, barely moving, while she kept falling flat on her face.

"Sister-in-law seems to be toying with her," they said. To them, this woman was almost parallel to a plaything.

"Why do I feel like Sister-in-law is angry?" Although it was subtle, he truly believed their sister-in-law was furious. This woman must have offended her at some point. That luck was really awful.

Jing Youlan said, "It’s not a feeling, she is angry." And quite angry at that.

"Why?" Someone didn’t understand.

Hearing their discussion, Xigua glanced toward Jing Chen, who was holding a bundle from which only a boy’s head was visible, "I think it’s because of him."

At that instant, all eyes turned, and everything became clear.

They understood.

No wonder, these people had stumbled upon their sister-in-law’s sore spot. They really deserved their bad luck!