The day passed quickly. In a larger estate, the two girls and the film crew met Lin Qi.
The estate had an artificial lake, and the area where Lin Qi was staying was under close supervision by the federal judicial authorities because a very special person was being held there—a federal lieutenant general.
The Lieutenant General had not taken part in Lin Qi's affairs. Though somewhat curious, he had not interfered any further.
"Lin Qi...!" The moment Penny saw Lin Qi, she shook off her manager and charged at him like a wild little horse. She even fell on the way, then climbed back up and kept running.
By the time she reached Lin Qi, tears were streaming down her face. She looked as aggrieved as a little girl abused by her stepmother.
She began sobbing as she spoke. "Look at my hair! That bitch pulled it all out! My scalp's gone red!"
Lin Qi took a look. It was a little red, but that was normal. When girls in the Federation fought, they were not as "lethal" or "professional" as street gang members.
Their main methods were pulling hair and tearing clothes. Often, two people would end up clutching each other's hair while fighting, wanting the other to let go but too embarrassed to expose their weakness. In the end, they would become two tangled statues.
"Lin Qi only took a glance before looking away."
Penny stared at him in disbelief. I've been beaten up. Aren't you going to say something?
Lin Qi turned back to look at her. "Your emotions are on point, and your expressiveness is appropriate, but you've positioned yourself psychologically as being too mature."
"Honestly, you look like a shrew who lost a fight, not a nineteen-year-old girl."
"You need to..." Lin Qi thought for