Luo Wenshan's face turned pale as she looked at the two men.
She forced herself to suppress the panic in her heart, but her tongue seemed to be tied in knots: "I...we don't have any money..."
Her voice was trembling uncontrollably, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"No money?"
The man with the mohawk scoffed and reached out to snatch her bag. "Give it to me, let me see."
Luo Wenshan immediately gripped the bag strap tightly, the leather strap creaking as the two pulled.
Lin Li quickly stepped forward and grabbed the man's wrist, but her right hand struck the man's elbow joint with lightning speed.
The mohawk-wearing man groaned in pain, his wrist involuntarily loosening its grip.
"You filthy bitch!"
Enraged, the man threw a punch at her face.
Lin Li dodged to the side, and at the same time, her right foot accurately kicked the outside of his knee—one of the most vulnerable joints in the human body.
With a soft "crack," the mohawk-wearing man staggered and knelt on one knee, sweat beading on his forehead from the pain.
Seeing this, another man brandished a switchblade and lunged at him, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light.
Lin Li suddenly took half a step back, and in the process, tore off the canvas bag from her shoulder and threw it at the other person's face.
He instinctively raised his hand to block, and that was the opening!
Lin Li strode forward, pressed her left palm against the man's wrist holding the knife, and slammed her right elbow into his ribs.
The man cried out in pain, and the switchblade clattered to the ground.
She twisted his wrist and heard a soft crack as bones dislocated. The man screamed and fell to his knees, his back soaked with cold sweat.
The whole process took only a dozen seconds. The two men lay on the ground groaning, one clutching his knee and the other hugging his arm, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at her.
"Dr. Lin, you are amazing."
Luo Wenshan walked over and looked at the two people lying on the ground, groaning incessantly.
"Don't get cocky, our boss won't let you get away with this!"
The mohawk-haired man struggled to get up.
Lin Li strode forward and kicked him down again.
"Call your boss over here! He can bring the money to ransom you."
Luo Wenshan: Dr. Lin, would you like to hear what you have to say?
Mohawk: ...?
"Wait here, we'll make the call right away!"
Another man pulled out a mobile phone about the size of a brick and started making a call.
Lin Li's eyes lit up when she saw the old-fashioned "Big Brother".
It seems this kid has quite a background; he's already getting to use a mobile phone.
Lin Li was now even more certain that their 'boss' would bring money to ransom them.
"Remember, tell him to bring the money!"
Luo Wenshan: ...I really want to escape!
Mohawk: What an arrogant woman!
An hour later, she heard the sound of leather shoes tapping on the stone pavement in the distance. She turned around and saw a group of people surrounding a man in a black overcoat as he walked towards her.
The man was about forty years old, with a neatly slicked-back hairstyle and a sinister look in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
He was followed by seven bodyguards, all dressed in suits but unable to conceal the outline of weapons at their waists; they were clearly the leaders of the two men.
He was Pierre, a street thug who made a living by robbing and plundering.
"You're the one who injured me?"
Pierre stood three steps away, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips, wiping the cheap ruby ring on his ring finger with a white handkerchief.
"Eastern woman, how dare you act wildly on my turf? Do you know what will happen?"
His bodyguards had quietly dispersed, forming a semi-encirclement, and the sound of their leather shoes rubbing against the stone slabs was particularly grating.
Lin Li smiled gently, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes: "I'm just traveling and don't want to cause trouble. But you stole my money, so you have to pay it back."
Luo Wenshan: Did they steal the money?
Mohawk: When did we rob you?
"Boss, we didn't manage to steal any money."
The man holding the mobile phone looked at Lin Li with resentment. This lying Eastern woman had actually framed him.
Pierre: Is she trying to blackmail me?
Lin Li smiled and ignored everyone else's reactions, taking a half-step forward.
"That was all the money I had on me."
Luo Wenshan: ...
Mohawk: ...
Upon hearing this, Pierre suddenly burst into wild laughter.
"All the money? Once it's in my hands, it's mine!"
He suddenly waved his hand, and two bodyguards immediately drew their short batons and pounced on him.
Lin Li sidestepped the first blow, grabbed the opponent's wrist with her left hand and twisted it. As the short stick clattered to the ground, her knee struck the opponent's chin.
Just as another bodyguard's stick swept towards him, she struck his hand hard with a falling leaf, causing him to howl in pain.
"waste!"
Pierre roared and stepped forward himself. He had practiced boxing for a few years when he was young, and his fist, as big as a casserole dish, flew straight at Lin Li's face.
Lin Li clenched her fist and charged straight at the fist as big as a clay pot.
'Crack~~~' The sound of bones breaking.
Pierre flew backward rapidly, crashing to the ground with blood trickling from his mouth. He then curled up and screamed incessantly.
"Ouch~~~ It hurts so much!"
Lin Li calmly walked to his side, squatted down, patted his face, and asked softly.
"Can we talk now?"
A ruthless glint flashed in Pierre's eyes, and he suddenly pulled out a pistol from his pocket.
But just as his finger touched the trigger, Lin Li precisely pressed down on his wrist holding the gun with her left hand, while her right hand held a dagger against his carotid artery.
The cold touch sent a shiver down Pierre's spine, and the gun fell to the ground with a "thud," sliding into a crevice in the rocks.
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