Chapter 275: Talking Like Farting

"No trespassing."

A security guard stopped the people and said, "Leng Ze does not allow private provocations and fights. Please respect Leng Ze's rules and don't..."

Mai Wenjun punched him and kicked him, sending him flying backwards.

"Look clearly at who we are. Is it your turn to talk to me about the rules? You dare to mess with the Mai family. Are you tired of living?"

He attacked so ruthlessly that the security guard curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

Mai Wenxi raised her chin proudly. Her brother was a martial arts expert in the country. He was unrivaled in the whole city of Beijing. She had to make Su Yang pay with blood today. No! She wanted Su Yang to pay back tenfold, a hundredfold!

"Su Yang, get out of here."

Mai Wenxi shouted upstairs.

She had inquired and found out that the richest man was not in the hospital, so it was a good time to skin Su Yang.

The elevator opens.

Su Yang came out.

The moment Mai Wenxi saw her, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"How dare you show up, little bitch!"

She really didn't know whether to say that Su Yang was talented and bold, or that he was too arrogant.

"Wenjun is this bitch who hit me! You teach her a lesson for your sister."

She wanted to take back all the humiliation and prove to everyone in Beijing that anyone who dared to compete with her, the second daughter of the Mai family, would be seeking death!

"Okay, sister, don't worry."

Mai Wenjun walked towards Su Yang with a grim smile, "You little bitch, let me cripple your hands and destroy your face, and I might consider leaving you a way out."

He twisted his neck, making a crackling sound.

"You talk too much nonsense." As soon as Su Yang finished speaking, he took action before him, with quick and agile movements, punching Mai Wenjun in the face.

Mai Wenxi didn't expect that she would dare to take the initiative to attack, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Brother, be careful."

The bodyguard saw this, got terrified, and quickly stepped forward.

"Wait a moment, no one is allowed to come forward."

Mai Wenjun barely dodged the blow, and the fist blew past his face. He showed a perverted and excited smile, "Is that all right, martial artist?"

I didn’t expect that he has such good kung fu skills at such a young age.

Su Yang was too lazy to waste time talking to him. She had already understood that the hard truth can only be achieved through fists when she was in prison.

The next second, she turned over and elbowed him in the neck. Mai Wenjun was not as agile as her, so she was hit hard and groaned. Her strong body shook, and her fist hit her waist with a sound of wind. Su Yang took the opportunity to kick him in the abdomen, forcing him to withdraw his attack and change to defense. Su Yang did a roundhouse kick, and the two of them pulled away.

"Come again."

A swinging punch came at her, and Su Yang leaned back to avoid it. The leather shoe flew past her nose, and the strong wind made her cheek hurt.

She rolled on the ground, three silver needles between her fingertips, and shook her wrist as she stood up.

"Puff!" The silver needle pierced into the "Shou Sanli" acupoint on the man's forearm.

His movements suddenly stopped, his right fist stopped in mid-air, and his muscles twitched uncontrollably.

Su Yang didn't give him time to react, he rushed forward, pressed his knee against his lower back, held the Dazhui acupoint on the back of his neck with his left hand, and inserted the silver needle in his right hand into his "Fengfu" acupoint.

"Don't move." Her voice was as cold as ice, and the tip of the needle turned gently under the skin.

The arrogant and spoiled Mai Wenjun's whole body trembled violently, his legs softened and he fell to his knees. His violent movements just now froze in an instant, and even his breathing was trembling.

He could feel a numbness spreading from his acupoints throughout his body. His muscles seemed to be restrained by invisible threads. It was extremely painful to lift a finger. What kind of kung fu was this?

I've never seen it before.

"You're mean."

Mai Wenjun cursed unwillingly.

Su Yang patted his cheek and smiled, "What do you care what method I use? If I win, it means I have good kung fu. If I lose, I have to endure it even if I am not convinced."

Mai Wenjun didn't dare to move.

The tip of the needle was less than an inch away from his Adam's apple, and she only needed to use a little force to kill him.

“Su Yang! Stop it!” Mai Wenxi’s eyes almost popped out of his head in fear. “Wen Jun is the heir of the Mai family. If you hurt him, it would be like making an enemy of the Mai family and declaring war on them. Even if Gu Chen protects you, you’re dead.”

"Oh? You mean, I was bullied by you, but I should still thank you, the Mai family, for your kindness? What kind of logic is that? Come on, explain it to me." Su Yang squatted down and put the tip of the needle against the mute point on the back of Mai Wenjun's neck.

Veins bulged on the man's forehead, his teeth were clenched, and sweat mixed with blood dripped onto the messy tiles on the floor.

He suddenly growled and slammed his head towards Su Yang.

Su Yang was prepared, and while he dodged sideways, the silver needle accurately pierced his "Jianjing" acupoint.

The man let out a short cry of pain, and his entire right arm drooped completely. His body collapsed to the ground as if all the bones had been pulled out, and only his eyeballs were still rolling fiercely.

"If I wasn't dead, I would definitely kill you."

He growled in frustration and helplessness.

I haven't dared to treat him like this. This bitch is so hateful.

Su Yang didn't indulge him at all and slapped him in the face, "As a man, you can't win but just say harsh words. It's really shameful."

"Ah—you—I—"

Su Yang gave him another shot.

Mai Wenjun could only make whimpering sounds from his throat and could not make any other sound.

Mai Wenxi begged nervously, "Su Yang, don't be impulsive. If you have anything to say, we can talk it out. Let my brother go, and I promise not to cause you any trouble in the future, okay?"

"Your brother just said he wanted to kill me."

"He doesn't dare!"

Mai Wenxi was flexible and had a faint smile on his face. "We can say that we didn't know each other until we fought. From now on, you will be a guest of honor in our Mai family."

The whole audience was in an uproar.

Su Yang's moves were steady, accurate and ruthless. He was able to defeat the little devil Mai Wenjun and suppress the arrogant and domineering eldest lady Mai Wenxi.

That’s really amazing.

The men and women who had just enjoyed the show all looked at Su Yang with admiration.

I have never seen such a thing before.

What is the origin of this woman?

"You heard everything your sister said. Do you agree?"

Su Yang patted Mai Wenjun's head.

Use an alcohol cotton pad to wipe the spiral pattern at the end of the silver needle.

This is her specially made "xue-control needle". The curvature of the needle tip has been polished thousands of times and can accurately stimulate the nerve bundles under the acupoint.

Mai Wenjun refused to give in, gritting her teeth and refusing to make a sound, "You won't say it again?"

She squatted down, with the tip of the needle hovering above the man's philtrum, "I will give you three needles at the Yongquan point, so that you will never be able to stand up in your life."

The man's pupils suddenly shrank, and beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Su Yang's eyes were so calm, as calm as if he was talking about the weather, but he knew that this seemingly fragile woman could really do it.

After those few injections, he felt like a puppet, and even his heartbeat seemed to be controlled by the silver needle.

He nodded vigorously.

Su Yang couldn't really kill him, he was just trying to scare him. He quickly got off the stairs and stabbed Mai Wenjun in the back of the head. He instantly recovered his mobility and crawled to a safe distance, ordering the bodyguards, "Go ahead and beat her to death."