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Chapter 196: 073 But she is Bai Lian! (Second Update)_1

Xiaoqi took off the helmet and tossed the black motorcycle and the helmet to Bai Lian.

Bai Lian didn’t even look, she just reached out and caught them.

The original owner knew how to street race, almost the moment she touched the motorcycle, she knew how to drive it.

She secured the helmet on her head with one hand and gripped the handlebar with the other. Her long legs straddled the bike, and with one foot planted on the ground, she glanced at Xu En before flipping down the visor.

“Don’t worry.”

As soon as she had spoken, she slowly bent forward, her gaze icy as she looked straight ahead. The black, streamlined body of the bike blended with her clothes, radiating an innate defiance and wildness. With the rev of the engine, rumbling loudly, the motorcycle shot off like a wild horse, hugging the turn and vanishing down the street in a flash!

Elegant yet brazen.

A gang of youngsters arrived quickly and departed just as fast.

Only Xiaoqi remained behind, standing still for a while before slowly heading back to Backter Street with his cell phone.

He only gave Xu En a brief glance, nodding at him politely.

It took Xu En a good while to come back to his senses. He could never have imagined that Bai Lian, who usually looked so gentle, even somewhat docile in front of Ji Heng, would be so adept at hugging a turn on a bike!

By the time the motorcycle was out of sight at the street corner, the assistant finally found his voice and turned to Xu En, “President Xu, this…”

He had never seen such a scene before. Even before coming to Xiangcheng, Ji Mulan had mentioned that Bai Lian was tough and would do anything, but this was their first time seeing Bai Lian street racing.

Just like those unruly youths from moments ago…

It’s no wonder they were the kind of people who needed Xu En to arrange a school for them.

“Forget it,” Xu En said with a headache, pressing his temples, “Don’t tell Mulan about this, it’s fine as long as she’s meeting with President Lu.”

“If we can’t get this case, it’s time for us to head back to Jiangjing,” the assistant said, opening the car door for Xu En to get in.

They had come for Xiangcheng’s tourism, but now with Lun Youlin here, it seemed like their opportunity was gone.

Reluctant to return with the information they had barely obtained, he felt somewhat discontent.

Bar VIP room.

Lun Youlin, with a cigarette between his fingers, used his polished leather shoe to lift the chin of an old lady kneeling on the floor. He smiled with a sinister softness, “You lead the signing, or you know what I’m capable of, don’t you? Ah, I really don’t want to resort to such bloody measures.”

The old lady’s gaze was fixed firmly on Lun Youlin’s face.

“Break one of her hands,” Lun Youlin said as he flicked off some ash and turned his head.

“Bang”

The door to the VIP room was flung open.

Bai Lian strode in with Mao Kun and Xiaowu.

“Didn’t I say,” Lun Youlin turned to the door, his eyes dark and ominous, “that no one should come in!”

The old lady lifted her head, immediately recognizing Bai Lian as the woman she had seen at the hospital that morning. Anxious, she blurted out, “Youths, why have you come here!”

“From the Yongfu Residential Area too?” Lun Youlin squinted at Bai Lian, Mao Kun, and the others, “Take them all down, too.”

Bai Lian didn’t even look at Lun Youlin but walked forward a few steps and helped the old lady up.

“Bang bang—”

The few men who came to grab Bai Lian didn’t even touch her before being kicked to the ground one by one by Mao Kun.

“Are you alright?” Bai Lian eyed the old lady up and down, making sure she was unharmed, then instructed Xiaowu to help the lady to the side.

To avoid any accidental injuries.

Before being led away, the old lady looked at Bai Lian in surprise. When had Ji Shaojun gotten such a fierce niece?

Mao Kun’s moves alerted Lun Youlin that something was amiss. He put out his cigarette and stealthily pressed his phone for a rescue call while asking warily, “Who are you?”

“Who am I?” Bai Lian reached for a bottle of unopened liquor on the table.

Weighing it in her hand, she curled her lip at Lun Youlin. Her pitch-black, cold eyes, however, held no trace of a smile. Raising her hand, she smashed the bottle right onto Lun Youlin’s head!

“Smack—”

Blood streamed down Lun Youlin’s forehead as he suddenly looked up, “You dare?!”

Mao Kun swiftly stepped aside.

“What wouldn’t I dare?” Bai Lian pulled out a tissue, looked down, and meticulously wiped her hands clean.

As soon as her words fell, there was another “bang.” Lun Youlin was kicked so hard that he landed on the table, causing glasses to clatter and shatter to the floor.

“You, you’re asking for death!” Lun Youlin was pinned down by Bai Lian’s boot on his chest.

He could feel his ribs breaking.

Spitting out blood, Lun Youlin realized that Bai Lian was just as dangerous as he was. He sneered, looking up at her, “That woman I beat up the other day, who is she to you? Haha, are you angry? So what, can you call the police to arrest me? Aren’t you still… powerless against me!”