"Done." She popped a bubble. "The surveillance footage from yesterday is on loop."
Bai Zhiye and Ye Fanshuang, wearing cleaning uniforms they'd bought from a second-hand market, pushed a garbage truck toward the back door of the Blues Club. Ye Fanshuang's diamond earrings sparkled in the twilight, a stark contrast to their attire.
"Hey, we can't—"
Ye Fanshuang knocked down the first bodyguard with an elbow strike, and her movements were as clean and neat as she was taught in the private Muay Thai class she attended.
Bai Zhiye's baton hit the other man's knee accurately, and the man's scream as he knelt on the ground was muffled by the towel she had prepared in advance.
Hua Jinyue chewed bubble gum and kept watch for the two of them: "Hurry up, he's almost out."
She glanced at her watch. "Seven-fifteen, just as accurate as the intelligence."
When Ning Xiuyan walked out of the back door of the club drunkenly, his tie was already hanging loosely around his neck.
He had just closed a deal today and was in such a good mood that he didn't even let his bodyguards get too close to him.
"Damn, this crappy road..." He tripped over something and almost fell.
A sack was precisely placed over his head. The rough cloth rubbed against his face, and the alcohol instantly turned to cold sweat. He was about to call for help when he was hit hard in the abdomen.
Ye Fanshuang's specially made brass knuckles hit him in the stomach, and the diamonds scratched the sack, leaving tiny tears on his expensive shirt.
"This time it's for Qingliu's hand."
Bai Zhiye's baton struck his calf, bones cracking with a teeth-grinding sound. She said nothing, but each blow was delivered with mathematical precision—not causing permanent damage, but still enough to make the pain worse than death.
Hua Jinyue blew bubble gum and shoved the pepper spray directly into the sack: "This is for my brother's plaster!"
Ning Xiuyan's screams were muffled by the sack, like a cat with its tail stepped on.
Finally, Hua Jinyue took out a syringe: "This is my special laxative..."
She smiled like a child who had succeeded in a prank. "I can make you poop for three days and three nights."
Ye Fanshuang raised an eyebrow: "What a coincidence, I have one too."
She pulled a small, delicate bottle from her Chanel bag.
Bai Zhiye silently took out the third bottle from his pocket. The label read "For school laboratory only."
Ning Xiuyan screamed like a pig being butchered in the sack. His Armani suit pants were soon soaked, and the stench filled the narrow alley.
"Ugh—" Hua Jinyue pinched her nose and stepped back, "This is too disgusting!"
Ye Fanshuang had already hidden five meters away, and did not forget to cover his face with a gas mask-shaped mask.
Only Bai Zhiye remained calm and kicked him again: "You deserve it."
The three of them quickly cleaned up the scene. Hua Jinyue resumed surveillance, Bai Zhiye wiped fingerprints, and Ye Fanshuang wiped every place they had touched with a wet wipe.
Before leaving, Hua Jinyue slipped a note into Ning Xiuyan's pocket:
[Next time you use Ye Qingliu, it won’t be as simple as a laxative.]
The signature is: [All girls who admire Ye Qingliu]
Ye Fanshuang frowned: "This is too obvious."
Bai Zhiye pushed up his glasses and said, "It's just right. Let him know the consequences of offending others."
Hua Jinyue was already skipping towards the waiting car: "Let's go, let's go, I still have to go back to play games!"
The next day at noon, in the VIP ward area of the Municipal Hospital.
Ye Fanshuang was holding a bouquet of imported Ecuadorian roses, each of which was gorgeous and tempting.
When the elevator door opened, she happened to run into Bai Zhiye carrying a thermos.
The two looked at each other and snorted coldly at the same time.
Hua Jinyue jumped out of the stairwell, holding the Switch in his hand: "Brother! I've avenged you!"
She tied her hair into two ponytails today, and the hair ties were a birthday gift that Ye Qingliu gave her last year.
In the ward, Ye Qingliu was struggling to turn the pages of a book with his left hand. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating his perfect jawline. Hearing the noise, he looked up, his gray-blue eyes widening slightly.
The next second, he was surrounded by three girls.
Ye Fanshuang's flowers occupied the bedside table, Bai Zhiye's porridge exuded an enticing aroma, and Hua Jinyue was already chattering about last night's "feat".
Ye Qingliu looked towards the door. Ning Xiwan was leaning against the door frame, watching the scene with a smile on her face.
She was playing with a baseball bat with suspicious red marks on it.
"It seems," Ning Xiwan said slowly, "our Qingliu is very popular."
Ye Qingliu: "..."
He wanted to bury his face in the pillow, but his left hand was held by Bai Zhiye, his right hand was in a cast, the fruit given by Ye Fanshuang was on his legs, and his sister's chatter was in his ears.
The warm sunlight shone on them, like an overly beautiful oil painting.
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