Zhao Xiaoyue dashed forward, kicking the last person away, then snatched the baseball bat that was still spinning in mid-air and swung it around with a clatter.

Several seconds later, the person who had been kicked away landed with a thud, letting out a scream of pain, followed by a series of sounds like "Ah," "Oh," and "Ouch."

Before the young man could react, he was already knocked unconscious by a blow.

The martial arts school student reacted quickly, but he was no match for Zhao Xiaoyue. In the blink of an eye, he was knocked down by Zhao Xiaoyue's stick.

Just like the Statue of Liberty smashing scumbags and bitches, it's like hitting them one by one, super stress-relieving.

In front of the alley

When Situ Ming chased the person to this alley entrance, he was suddenly struck by a stick, which stunned him. He dodged quickly, otherwise, he would be a corpse by now.

As soon as he dodged it, another man quickly followed up with a baseball bat.

This time, the blow landed directly on the back of Situ Ming's head.

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his head buzzing, and his body involuntarily collapsed.

He tried to open his eyes, but his vision became blurry. In a daze, he felt himself surrounded by a group of people, and one of them kicked him in the stomach several times.

Meanwhile, a boy dressed in black watched all of this with a mocking smile.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of malice and cruelty: "Heh, weren't you going to run away? Oh, why aren't you running now?" The boy's voice was cold and ruthless, as if it came from hell.

The boy walked over, bent down, and examined the person lying on the ground. "Why are you like a dog now? My dear brother?"

Situ Ming struggled to shake off the double image in his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Situ Cheng, if you're so tough, don't try anything underhanded!"

"Heh, heh heh, my good little brother, I'm here to inform you that Dad wants you to come back," Situ Cheng stood up and laughed a few times like a pervert, "Tsk tsk, it looks like you won't be able to come home for the next few days."

Then he took a few steps back, waved, and said, "You guys give my little brother a good massage."

The first few were all strong and powerful bodyguards, with fierce and menacing faces, holding iron rods and about to strike Situ Ming.

Situ Ming straightened up, his pupils barely focusing, a mocking smile appearing on his face. "I didn't expect I was so important to you that you had to send so many people to kill me. Heh, I must say that old bastard Situ Kun really takes me seriously!"

Situ Cheng shook his head and smiled contemptuously, his eyes filled with a vicious scheme that he could not hide. "Enough nonsense, cripple him."

As long as Situ Ming is alive, he will always be a threat to him. Since he's already right under his nose, if he kills him and fakes it as a car accident or something, Dad won't pursue the matter.

Zhao Xiaoyue had already walked ahead. Situ Cheng heard the scream and turned around. He saw the little girl happily swinging a baseball bat at someone, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The martial arts students and young men in the back all fell down, and as Zhao Xiaoyue fought, she realized that the ones in front were the real targets.

Situ Cheng gave a signal, and one of his bodyguards attacked Zhao Xiaoyue.

On a whim, without realizing it, she almost got kicked in the chest. She managed to block the bodyguard's kick by holding a baseball bat across her chest in time.

The baseball bat is dented in the middle.

Zhao Xiaoyue was forced back a few steps by the force.

That was close!

Situ Ming also spotted Zhao Xiaoyue, his heart tightened, and his eyes showed anxiety. "What are you doing here? Let's go!"

Zhao Xiaoyue rolled her eyes. "Can't I vent my emotions? What's it to you!"

Situ Cheng leaned against the wall. "Hehe, this is interesting. Who is this little girl to you, dear brother? Why is she so concerned about you?"

He then gave Zhao Xiaoyue a wicked smile, "How come you've already learned to be with men at such a young age? Tsk tsk, are you even fully grown yet? No breasts, no butt, what does Situ Ming see in you? Why don't you come with me, I guarantee I'll make you feel good."

Situ Ming was already fighting with the bodyguards when he heard this, and his face turned ashen with rage. "Situ Cheng, you're a piece of trash that even dogs wouldn't eat, a beast raised by a mistress!"

After instantly defeating one of them, he vented all his anger on the remaining few.

His moves were fierce and powerful, each punch landing with a brutal force, and every attack was fueled by boundless rage and hatred.

In no time, two more bodyguards were knocked to the ground, groaning in pain.

However, Situ Ming showed no sign of stopping; his eyes remained filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to destroy everything in front of him.

Zhao Xiaoyue didn't expect to hear these words twice today.

If you were to ask Zhao Xiaoyue what she hates most, she would say it's what people say about her.

She couldn't do anything in the classroom; it wasn't a classroom, and there were no security cameras. To the left was the martial arts school's playground, and to the right was the No. 2 Middle School's playground. The alley's exit led to the upper reaches of the Pujiang River, and this side was a wide, deserted street. Apart from the students, there was absolutely no one there at midday.

Zhao Xiaoyue gave a wicked smile, which meant that even if she was beaten to death or maimed, no one would know, and there would be no evidence to prove that she did it!

Okay, very good!

Situ Cheng felt the overwhelming pressure and took a step back. "Go! Kill them! Have them thrown into the river to feed the fish!"

Zhao Xiaoyue tossed aside the unusable baseball bat. "Situ Cheng, right? I must say, you picked a really good spot!" she said, putting down her schoolbag and folding her down jacket neatly to the side.

Situ Cheng did not understand what she meant.

Zhao Xiaoyue unbuttoned her coat, took it off, twisted it together, and held it in her hand, revealing a softer brown sweater underneath.

The bloodstains on her down jacket were difficult to wash, so she set it aside.

Situ Ming was still fighting with the three bodyguards when Situ Cheng saw Zhao Xiaoyue's actions and laughed so hard he almost cried. "Little sister, there's no need to be in such a hurry. I'll take you to the hotel, then you can take your clothes off. It's so cold here if you're naked! Hahahaha!"

The men surrounding Zhao Xiaoyue lewdly grinned.

Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes were icy cold. The coat seemed to come alive in her hands, and she moved with the agility of a dragon towards the lewd man.

The crackling and smashing sounds were exceptionally pleasant to hear, and wherever it went, it was like a tornado, leaving nothing behind!

With a swing of his right arm, the clothes in his hand resembled a large knife, slashing at the onrushing bodyguard. His attack was swift, accurate, and ruthless, the "blade" sharp and leaving a trail of blood wherever it went.

Zhao Xiaoyue nimbly weaved through the bodyguards who attacked her one after another. Her movements were fluid and graceful, and every move was precise and hit the vital points. None of them who fell to the ground ever got up again.

They had no chance to fight back; their feet broke when they lifted them and their arms snapped when they reached out.

Situ Cheng stared wide-eyed in disbelief as he watched the men he had brought with him utterly powerless against that girl.

It was as easy as chopping melons and cutting vegetables. In less than three minutes, Zhao Xiaoyue threw away her blood-stained coat and walked step by step toward Situ Cheng.

A few drops of blood splattered onto Zhao Xiaoyue's face. The bright midday sun could not dispel the gloom surrounding Zhao Xiaoyue.

Situ Ming was locked in a fierce battle with the last person, sparks flying everywhere. He was secretly shocked by Zhao Xiaoyue's martial prowess, and worried that if Situ Cheng fought Zhao Xiaoyue, she would suffer a loss.

He increased the force in his hand until he punched the man in the temple, and the man fell to the ground with a thud. Only then did Situ Ming catch his breath and walk towards Zhao Xiaoyue.