The few thugs groaned as they climbed to their feet, shot Qin Ze vicious glares, and fled in a panic. At least they did not spout some melodramatic line like "Just you wait," or Qin Ze would have chased after them and beaten them up again.
The woman invited Qin Ze to sit down at a Both Sides Coffee Shop by the river.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Pei Nanman." The woman elegantly lifted her coffee. "Those men just now were my ex-husband's lackeys. Thank you for helping me deal with them."
"Qin Ze."
"Do you practice combat?" the woman asked with a smile.
"I trained for a few years." Qin Ze nodded.
"I'm afraid it's not as simple as a few years of training. You've practiced Internal Martial Arts too." Pei Nanman saw right through him.
Qin Ze was startled. He had always felt that this woman carried an aggressive sharpness about her. Though her graceful, quiet demeanor concealed it well, the feeling was much like when Qin Ze had faced the Old Man during his student days—slightly restrained and a little afraid.
Fear was perhaps too strong a word, but he was definitely restrained.
She was the queenly type of mature woman.
Qin Ze silently gave her that label.
"Where does your family live, Qin Ze?"
"I'm a local."
"How old are you this year?"
"Twenty-three."
The woman pondered for a moment. "You haven't graduated from university yet, but you've started interning, right?"
"Yes. I haven't found a job yet, so I'm idling around at home."
"Which school do you attend?"
"Finance University. I'm studying finance."
The woman took another sip of coffee and crossed her hands over her chest, straightening her shapely body. She was dressed in something cool and loose, making it difficult for Qin Ze