School Beauty's Personal Martial Expert
Chapter 268: A strongman contest caused by a misunderstanding

Chapter 268: A strongman contest caused by a misunderstanding

"Brother Leng Xuan, how did you know I was here?" Su Yurou’s beautiful, large eyes twinkled, tears of indiscernible sadness and joy streaming down her face as she looked up at Leng Xuan, nestled in his embrace, both laughing and crying.

Leng Xuan smiled faintly and said, "Hehe, do you still remember the ring you gave me?"

"Ah?" Su Yurou asked curiously, "Is Brother Leng Xuan talking about the Dragon Ring?"

Leng Xuan replied, "Yes! It led me to you!"

"Is that true? How did it lead you here?" Su Yurou’s face showed utter surprise.

"I’ll tell you later, someone’s coming," Leng Xuan said in a low voice, grasping a Silver Needle in his left hand, pulling Su Yurou behind him with his right hand, and gazing towards a pillar a dozen meters away. He called out, "Since you’ve come, why hide? Show yourself!"

Su Zhenggang stood about fifteen meters from Leng Xuan and Su Yurou, so he couldn’t clearly hear their conversation. However, Leng Xuan’s voice, though not loud, was infused with True Qi, which Su Zhenggang did pick up, causing a sudden tightness in his chest—had he been discovered so quickly? It seemed this was no ordinary opponent.

Nevertheless, Su Zhenggang refused to show weakness. In a sudden burst, he lunged forward, pointing a gun at Leng Xuan and barking, "Don’t move!" But as soon as he spoke, his arm went numb as if pricked by something, and he lost all strength to hold the gun, which slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Despite his shock, Su Zhenggang’s reflexes were still far above average. As the gun was falling, he suddenly caught it with his left hand. Just as he was about to aim it at Leng Xuan again, Leng Xuan had appeared before him like a ghost, grabbing his left arm and twisting it behind his back with immense force.

"Ah? Brother Leng Xuan, don’t hurt him. He’s the Brother Zhenggang I told you about," Su Yurou recognized Su Zhenggang and, startled and delighted, hurriedly called out to Leng Xuan not to hurt him as she ran towards them.

Leng Xuan paused, immediately releasing his grip, and sheepishly smiled, "So you’re Yurou’s cousin, hehe, my apologies!"

The shock within Su Zhenggang was beyond description. After all, he was a champion of international special forces competition, with physical capability nearly at the human peak. But here, before this seemingly underage boy, he felt as feeble as an ant, which was almost dreamlike.

After an incredulous glance at Leng Xuan, Su Zhenggang turned his gaze to Su Yurou and asked, "Yurou, are you alright?"

With a sweet smile, Su Yurou replied, "Brother Zhenggang, I’m fine now. Brother Leng Xuan saved me."

"Brother Leng Xuan?" Su Zhenggang reassessed Leng Xuan, realizing there was nobody else around; this must be the Brother Leng Xuan his sister had mentioned. Though puzzled by the nature of his sister’s relationship with this young man, considering Leng Xuan’s frightening speed and ghostlike agility, he must be someone significant. So he smiled politely in greeting before asking Su Yurou again, "Yurou, what exactly happened? Where are the kidnappers?"