The Favored Heiress
Chapter 203: It’s Not Over Until She’s Dead

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: It’s Not Over Until She’s Dead

Tu Anliang slowed his pace, and his eyes suddenly gathered the ferocity of a storm, his cheek muscles twitched twice, "You do know who I am!"

At that moment, having sent the message, Li Qiao extinguished her phone screen unhurriedly and looked up at Tu Anliang with a dismissive attitude, "Is knowing who you are supposed to be difficult?"

Such scornful tone made it seem as if Tu Anliang was some insignificant figure not worth mentioning.

In South City, he bore a prestigious identity, considered above all else, and the name ’Brother Liang’ was the symbol of his status.

Now, being deemed worthless by Li Qiao, Tu Anliang’s eyes filled with the anger of being despised.

He suddenly moved forward, placing one leg on the coffee table, propping his arm on his knee, and leaned in threateningly, "Since you know who I am, how dare you speak to me like this? Do you know the last person who scorned me is already..."

Before he could finish, Li Qiao stood up without much patience, spoke in a calm voice, "Save your breath. I’m taking Jiugong with me. Whatever grievance you have with him, breaking one of his wrists should suffice. Don’t target him again."

Tu Anliang narrowed his eyes, looking at Li Qiao’s bright, defiant face, and laughed out loud, "Pretty girl, don’t you blush when you boast? Are you threatening me?

If I want to mess with him, I will. If I want to kill him, I will. What can you do about it? Can you stop me?

Moreover, you’re here alone today, do you think you can still walk out of this room?"

Upon uttering these words, a sinister light flashed in the depths of Tu Anliang’s eyes.

He stepped down from the coffee table and advanced towards Li Qiao.

They say a good man doesn’t fight with a woman, but there are plenty of ways for a man to discipline a woman.

After several encounters, Tu Anliang had long harbored ill intentions towards Li Qiao.

From the initial wariness to now scheming against her, no matter how mysterious she was, Tu Anliang believed that once she was under his control, could she still be disobedient?

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and as he drew closer to Li Qiao, he suddenly reached out his hand in an attempt to seize her.

Li Qiao looked on, unfazed, glanced aside slightly, and effortlessly dodged Tu Anliang’s approach.

Immediately afterward, she sighed, shook her head with a hint of pity, and smiled faintly, "You shouldn’t have come back today."

Tu Anliang adjusted the collar of his sports shirt, excitement curving across his bearded face, "Don’t rush, pretty girl, I’ll let you know today whether or not I should have come back."

As his voice fell, Tu Anliang made another move—this time without holding back. Placing one foot on the coffee table, he swung a punch at Li Qiao.

Unruly women can only be satisfied by beating them into submission.

Tu Anliang’s punch was fast and he used seventy percent of his strength. Having spent years in the underworld, his status today was established by these very fists.

He was determined to have this woman today!

If he didn’t nearly kill her, it wouldn’t end!

Tu Anliang, overconfident in his own skills, aimed a punch at Li Qiao’s temple, expecting to knock her down with one blow.

As the fist sailed towards Li Qiao’s face, a victorious smile began to form on his lips.

But in a twist, the situation changed abruptly.

He never saw how Li Qiao dodged; all he felt was his fist being seized from the side, and, through a strange technique, the grip had pressed into his pulse, instantly nullifying half of his strength.

Tu Anliang tried to pull his arm back while simultaneously aiming a kick at Li Qiao’s abdomen.

Instead, his opponent stepped on his knee, forcibly pushing back the posture of his kick.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Tu Anliang became even more excited, ready to strike again, but his gaze froze as he looked at his own fingers.

At that moment, Li Qiao was holding his wrist with one hand and had caught his index and middle fingers with the other. The palm of the young girl was a bit cold, and even soft, which caused Tu Anliang’s mind to race.