The Girl Pinned Against the Wall Again

Chapter 45: The Girl Pinned Against the Wall Again

Five minutes after leaving Pharmacist's place, Song Shuhang arrived at the crisscrossing alleys of Daji Street.

Then, he blinked, gazing at the scene before him, both familiar and strange.

About ten meters in front of him, eleven thugs were gathered together. Their hair was dyed in various colors, and they sported rows of earrings, nose rings, and lip rings, with all sorts of strange tattoos on their arms.

For example, the tall thug who was leaning against the wall, performing a "wall pin" move with a mischievous grin, had a cute little yellow duck tattooed on his arm.

The one being pinned against the wall by the yellow-duck thug was a short-haired beautiful girl.

She was about 1.5 meters tall, with short hair, and her face was pretty even without makeup.

Due to her petite stature, she looked like just a high school student.

Both cute and beautiful.

At the moment, the short-haired girl was leaning against the wall, her expression blank, her eyes filled with indifference.

"Hey beautiful, are you lonely here all by yourself?"

"Wanna have some fun with us guys?"

"It's free, all sorts of fun."

"It'll be very comfortable."

"My brothers will play with you."

"There's a great little shop nearby, not far, I guarantee you'll want more after you've had your fun."

All sorts of teasing, all sorts of provocation.

Not only was the scene familiar, but even the lines were incredibly familiar! Nowadays, do thugs coordinate their lines before harassing innocent girls? Just like in legends, when robbing someone in ancient times, they had to shout: 'This mountain is mine, this tree is mine. If you want to pass, leave your valuables!'?

Song Shuhang sighed and rubbed his temples.

As a model youth, he ultimately couldn't stand by and do nothing when faced with such a scene. Even though... the cute short-haired girl wouldn't be grateful to him afterward, and might even call him a busybody again.

But he still decided to rescue the girl again—because it was just a small effort.

This is why Song Shuhang should have been buried under "friend zone" cards long ago.

Shuhang clenched his fists and strode forward.

At this moment, the short-haired girl also saw him.

The indifferent girl finally couldn't maintain her ice-cold expression upon seeing Shuhang. The corner of her mouth twitched—seriously, is there anyone this nosy nowadays?

"Annoying," the short-haired girl said softly.

"Yo? What did you say, beautiful? Are you going to agree to play with us?" the yellow-duck thug grinned, maintaining his wall-pin with one hand while reaching out with the other to touch the short-haired girl's cheek.

The short-haired girl snorted, then her crossed arms suddenly shot out, grabbing the yellow-duck thug's head with lightning speed and pulling his head towards her.

This move? Is she going for a kiss? What a passionate girl! The yellow-duck thug's heart leaped. He puckered his thick lips, saliva dripping, ready to taste the little beauty's cool lips.

Then... there was no "then."

With a dull thud.

The yellow-duck thug felt a sharp pain in his forehead, as if hit by a hammer. Then his vision went black, and he lost consciousness. He vaguely felt liquid flowing from his nose—was it from the heavy blow to his head?

The short-haired girl remained as cool as ever. After knocking out the yellow-duck thug with a headbutt, she tossed the unconscious thug aside like trash.

She was like an iceberg when still, but explosive when in motion. A headbutt is an attack move that even men rarely use in fights, unless they are truly confident in the hardness of their own heads—otherwise, headbutt attacks usually result in mutual destruction.

The girl provocatively glanced at Song Shuhang, a smile rising to her lips.

"Ah Huang! What the fuck, Ah Huang is down! Don't die, Ah Huang!"

"You little bitch! You'll pay!"

"We'll show you what it's like to be happy as an immortal!" The ten thugs behind her roared, their faces contorted in rage as they surrounded the short-haired girl.

The short-haired girl snorted, clenched her fists in front of her chest, her slender legs spread slightly into a horse stance.

Her movements were fluid, graceful, and cool.

Cool!

Amateurs watch the excitement, while experts see the skill. Even this simple horse stance showed that the short-haired girl had solid fundamentals and was a trained fighter.

Unfortunately, Song Shuhang and the thugs were genuine amateurs, only feeling that the girl's stance was incredibly cool.

"Hah!" The short-haired girl's fist shot out like lightning. She leaned forward, her delicate fist like a rocket blasting into the chin of the thug in front.

Normally, even a full-power punch from this cute little fist to someone's chin would only cause brief pain. However, the thug who was hit was sent flying, tracing a beautiful parabola in the air before landing heavily on the ground.

The thugs' pupils contracted, and they froze in unison, their mouths agape—impossible, how could such a cute girl throw such a terrifying punch?

They were frozen, but the short-haired girl didn't stop. She hooked with her left foot, and her right leg swept out in a powerful roundhouse kick, knocking down the thug to her right. She then stomped on him.

Using the force of that stomp, she twisted her waist, her legs clamping around the neck of another thug like pincers. She spun like a snake, flinging the thug away...

This was no helpless girl being pinned against a wall! She was a human killing machine, every part of her body a weapon capable of unleashing an attack!

What was even more inhumane was that this human killing machine was in rampage mode!

Ten-plus seconds later. Eleven thugs were down, groaning on the ground as if dead.

The short-haired girl brushed off nonexistent dust from her tight-fitting pants. She glanced at Song Shuhang again, tilted her head back at a forty-five-degree angle, and snorted coldly.

Then, the short-haired girl turned and left, strutting away like a proud rooster.

Song Shuhang stroked his chin and nodded earnestly. "So I was meddling? No wonder she's angry."

He then whispered, "But speaking of which, seeing her cornered by thugs two days in a row… does she have some special talent or constitution for 'being cornered by thugs'?"

From a distance, the short-haired girl, who had left proudly, suddenly froze. Her lips twitched, and she quickened her pace.

After the girl was far away, Song Shuhang squatted beside the thugs and poked the "Little Yellow Duck" thug with his finger.

The Little Yellow Duck thug let out a pained groan. Good, he was still alive.

"Good thing they're not dead," Song Shuhang nodded in relief and left…

He wasn't a completely rotten good-for-nothing. Since the thugs wouldn't die, he naturally couldn't be bothered to call an ambulance for them.

Let them lie there for a while and gain some experience. Let their bodies remember: don't harass a pretty girl on sight in the future!

What if that girl could unleash a rampage at any moment?

Besides, Song Shuhang didn't have time to waste with these thugs—he needed to hurry back to the dorm to wait for Master Tong Xuan's "Flying Sword Transmission."

Flying Sword Transmission, a divine skill that only appeared in dreams before. Now, it was about to appear before him in reality. What would it be like?

Also, what would the "Diamond Foundation Fist Technique" and "True Self Meditation Scripture" that came with the Flying Sword Transmission look like? Old-fashioned thread-bound books? Even more ancient bamboo slips? Or perhaps silk canvases or animal hide scrolls?

Just thinking about it felt wonderful.

The only trouble was, his roommates might have already returned to the dorm. Would the Flying Sword Transmission be a bit awkward then? It wouldn't be good if they saw it, right?