Bo Zijin drove an electric scooter, accompanied by a large group of security guards, and began circling the square. It looked like a farcical spectacle was about to unfold.

The domineering CEO frowned slightly. Had he forgotten to check the almanac before going out today? Wherever he went, a tail would follow him.

In the past, being followed by a group of bodyguards wherever you went had a different meaning than being chased like this.

At this moment, they were like a greedy snake chasing a moving point.

Fortunately, there weren't many pedestrians around.

Bo Zijin could still dodge and weave, but this cycle couldn't continue indefinitely.

It was impossible to stop and carry the small electric car out, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep going.

We rushed up an unobstructed ramp, and after turning around, a short distance away was a section of downhill stone steps.

Bo Zijin gritted her teeth and drove straight down.

The bumpy steps made my facial muscles tremble; it has to be said, Deadme Company has very high requirements for the quality of its tools.

Despite the nearly 5-meter height and dozens of steps, the electric scooter rider was completely unharmed except for slight pain in his buttocks and arms.

...

Bo Zijin returned to the company in a good mood.

Complete the delivery, receive positive reviews, and evade pursuit.

Most importantly, he got himself into trouble with that woman he found annoying.

Unable to contain her light steps, Bo Zijin pushed open the door and entered.

The sunlight outside was warm, but as soon as Bo Zijin stepped inside with her left foot, she sensed that something was wrong and a chill rose from her left foot.

Yuan Qingli sat on the chair closest to the door, her face ashen.

Lu Xingyun and the others were in the back.

The sunlight streamed in through the doorway and stopped at Yuan Qingli's feet.

Bo Zijin subtly suppressed her smile and headed straight for the stairs.

"Bang!"

Bo Zijin stopped, not because the muscular man slammed the door, but because a metal trash can was thrown in front of him.

Bo Zijin glanced at Yuan Qingli, her tone flat: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Qingli stared at her fingernails, like a little girl: "What do you mean?"

"You mean you just want to give me a token gesture?" Bo Zijin's eyes were already blazing with anger. She took a half step back and assumed a defensive stance.

Yuan Qingli suddenly stood up, her gaze fixed on the president like a sharp blade: "Yes, I just wanted to do something token."

The last few words were almost squeezed out between his teeth.

“Bo Zijin, I don’t care what misunderstandings you had about me before, but in this instance, since it’s a group run, you can’t do whatever you want.”

As Yuan Qingli spoke, she walked and stood in front of Bo Zijin, raising her head and glaring angrily.

"Me, acting recklessly? Do you have any proof?" Bo Zijin's ambiguous words seemed to prove that he himself was acting recklessly.

"Your words are proof enough."

"And then what do you want to do?" Bo Zijin looked at Yuan Qingli in front of her.

She was slender and had the appearance of a graceful woman from Jiangnan.

He recalled his time with the circus, and it seemed that apart from calmness and wit, there was nothing else to his character.

He couldn't help but look down on him a bit. "Here, everything is based on strength. What can you do if you don't like it? Besides, you dare to hit me without any evidence?"

Lu Xingyun shook his head behind him, but he was also very curious.

The system initially showed that Bo Zijin and Yuan Qingli were the strongest teammates that could be bound to the system. So, which of the two is stronger?

The answer will be revealed soon.

Yuan Qingli wasn't angry after hearing this; instead, she smiled.

Immediately afterwards, his right foot flew up and kicked Bo Zijin's left knee behind his knee.

The kick came very suddenly.

Bo Zijin didn't even have time to react before she knelt down on one knee.

Yuan Qingli struck first, raising her left knee and striking Bo Zijin squarely in the chin.

The president tilted his head back and heard a snapping sound, as if his jaw had shifted.

That wasn't all. Yuan Qingli then grabbed a trash can from the ground and slammed it down on the president's forehead.

With his hands moving non-stop, he used the trash can as a drum set, performing a series of "Buddha's Palm" moves.

Bo Zijin's mind was completely blank at this moment; the pain in her chin and knees was secondary.

The air was filled with the smells of banana peels, rotten eggs, and leftovers, mixed with an omnipresent buzzing sound.

This was the first time he doubted whether all the years of martial arts lessons he had taken had been wasted on dogs.

One minute, a full minute, and Bo Zijin felt like her eardrums were about to shatter.

Yuan Qingli finally stopped, satisfied. She shook her slightly red and swollen hand and said, "I don't need evidence to hit someone."