The Favored Heiress
Chapter 531: Brutalizing the Street Racer Gang

Chapter 531: Chapter 531: Brutalizing the Street Racer Gang

Zong Yue’s pretty face was taut, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, glaring angrily at the other party’s unpacking actions, ready to rush forward.

In the midst of the noisy scene, she had just taken a step, when a clear, indifferent voice came from behind her left, "Big sis."

Zong Yue’s expression changed, and she barely glanced back to see security guards parting a path through the crowd, with Li Qiao and Su Moshi walking side by side.

Today, Li Qiao was dressed in the simplest of white T-shirts and jeans, the hem of the T-shirt tucked into the pants, her legs long and slender, her figure slim as she walked slowly over the dirty ground.

The onlookers at the scene, including the members of the Street Racer Gang, were almost two-thirds burly African Americans.

Given the preconceived notions about Asian faces, seeing Li Qiao, such a slim Asian girl, instantly provoked a wave of piercing laughter.

Even though Su Moshi looked fairly tall, his height couldn’t match the natural advantage of the Africans.

The Street Racer Gang twisted the throttle again, brazenly taunting, "The Asians have come to give away money again."

The collision of nationalities was filled with malice.

Li Qiao cast them a look devoid of expression, then walked up to Zong Yue and looked her over, "Are you alright?"

Zong Yue shook her head, her eyes red with anger, "No, they snatched my bag, all my documents are inside."

She needed her passport when shopping, and most importantly, the bank card Li Jun had given her was in that leather bag too.

That was the first thing Li Jun had proactively given her.

Li Qiao observed her uncontrollably furious demeanor, glanced sidelong at the Street Racer Gang, and pulled a grimace, "I’ll get it back for you."

Having said that, she walked unhurriedly towards the other side, with Su Moshi following suit.

Two bodyguards stood behind Zong Yue, seemingly intent on ensuring her safety.

Then, Zong Yue clenched her fist and followed them, "Qiaoqiao, together."

She had dared to race here, and had never thought about backing down at the last minute.

No matter what, she had to get her documents and that card back.

Zong Yue took two strides and reached Li Qiao’s side, staring down the opposition with a fierce determination, showing no fear at all.

Li Qiao turned her head to look at her, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes, "The leader is yours?"

Zong Yue removed the hair tie from her wrist, quickly gathering her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail, and nodded solemnly, "Good."

The daylight gradually dimmed, and sporadic lights started illuminating the vicinity.

In Su Moshi’s hand were now two Golden Carving Scalpels, which he twirled skilfully, passing one to Li Qiao, "Can you still use it?"

Li Qiao lowered her gaze, taking the scalpel and adeptly spinning it, "It’s been a long time since I’ve used one, but I’ll try."

The Street Racer Gang: "???"

The surrounding crowd: "???"

Although they couldn’t understand what was being said, the posture of the three walking shoulder to shoulder didn’t seem to be one of seeking peace.

The leader of the Street Racer Gang had Zong Yue’s leather bag hanging on the handlebars, his black skin glistening with oil.

He grinned, waving his hand, and four underlings immediately rode their motorcycles, brazenly circling around the trio in the square.

The excitement of the bystanders grew; Asians were known to be wealthy, a common belief in the slums.

If they could rob all three tonight, they’d surely feast for a while.

As the two groups converged in the square, Zong Yue was the first to strike.

Her target was clear, heading straight for the leader of the Street Racer Gang.

The man towered over one meter ninety, his build was massive, and as he saw Zong Yue charging at him, he swung his fist straight at her temple.

Having grown up in the lower echelons of society, these people had honed their skill in brawling.

Li Qiao, however, wasn’t in a hurry to make a move and watched Zong Yue with interest.

Within her field of view, her sister-in-law, who had been burning with rage, had adjusted her tactics, now countering moves with a very calm demeanor.

She swiftly dodged the black man’s attack and, using the momentum, delivered a kick to his knee with considerable force.

Zong Yue had a military background, and her combat skills were genuinely formidable.

There were no fancy tricks, just targeting human weak spots, such as a hand chop to the throat, or a knee to the groin.

Whatever the method, as long as it was effective, it worked.

The leader of the Street Racer Gang was kicked in the groin and immediately brought his knees together with a skyward wail, causing many men present to subconsciously tighten their legs.

Seeing this, Li Qiao rubbed her forehead and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Just then, as their leader was being pummeled, the other members of the Street Racer Gang jumped off their bikes and swarmed forward.

There’s strength in numbers.

But Li Qiao and Su Moshi joined the fray as well.

Three against eight, the battle was fierce and chaotic.

The two bodyguards, not having received any orders from Li Qiao, stood still with their hands behind their backs, like two statues.

It took just three minutes before all seven members of the Street Racer Gang were beaten down.

Li Qiao leaned against the motorcycle, noting the blood on her hands with distaste, pursing her lips, and then tossed the Golden Carving Scalpel to Su Moshi.

The blood wasn’t hers—it was from the nose of one of the Street Racer Gang.

She had only used her hands, not the scalpel.

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids to look at the motorbike in front, her gaze falling on Zong Yue’s handbag.

She walked over and, glancing at Zong Yue still exchanging blows with the leader of the gang, asked in a faint voice, "Sister-in-law, do you have tissues in your bag?"

Zong Yue, executing a high kick that resembled a split, hit the African-descent leader’s chin with the sole of her shoe, took a breath, and nodded at Li Qiao, "Yes, there are also wet wipes. Help yourself."

"Oh."

Li Qiao rummaged through her bag for a wet wipe, and perhaps because she was tired from the fight, she casually took a seat on the motorcycle, her long legs planted on the ground, and began to meticulously clean her hands.

Su Moshi also came over, took another wet wipe, and earnestly began to clean the scalpel.

The onlookers had by then dispersed on their own, wary of the possibility that they might become collateral damage.

Someone in the shadows let out a sigh, "Asian-descents can fight like this?"

"Who knows, but I’ve heard that people from their country all know kung fu."

Thus, when Shang Yu’s four Bentley motorcades and Feng Yi’s Earl’s Motorcade arrived in the slum’s square via another road, what they saw was just this scene.

Li Qiao sat on the motorcycle cleaning her hands, Su Moshi leaned against the bike cleaning the scalpel, and at their feet lay a group of Street Racer Gang members clutching their bellies and wailing.

As for Zong Yue, she was still continuously and viciously thrashing the black leader, with moves like shoulder throws and left hooks, fighting very intensely.

Feng Yi stepped out of the car, resting one hand on the door, his facial expression difficult to describe.

He gave a meaningful look to his second-in-command, who immediately led the Earl’s House’s Knight Squad forward to clean up the scene.

Meanwhile, Shang Yu strode out of the car, with the night sky just swallowing the last bit of light, his tall and upright figure seeming to make the space around him constrict and suffocate.

He walked steadily to the front of the motorcycle, his gaze scanning over Li Qiao, noticing the bloodstain on the wet wipe, his pupils abruptly contracting, "Are you hurt?"

Li Qiao looked up at him, spread out her fingers in front of him, and smiled, "No, it’s not me."