The female patrol officer listened to Yang Yuxin and merely gave a cold laugh. "Is that gender discrimination?"
Manager Yang glanced at her, then pointed at Feng Jun. "I don't want to discriminate against you either... Can you subdue him?"
The female patrol officer looked at Feng Jun and grinned, baring her teeth. "I'll give you one hand. Is that enough?"
Miss, I really admire your fearless courage. Feng Jun smiled. "Get in the car. Let's find somewhere deserted. Do you dare?"
Outside the resort lay vast stretches of farmland. They drove more than three kilometers before finding a small grove.
Feng Jun and the female patrol officer walked into the grove. Three minutes later, they came back out. Their clothes were perfectly neat, with no sign of a fight.
But the female patrol officer rubbed her right shoulder and spoke with a miserable expression. "Couldn't you have gone a little easier on me?"
It was not that she had given him one hand; he had given her one hand—Feng Jun had reached out, lifted her directly off the ground, and let her attack him with both hands.
The female patrol officer was formidable with her fists and kicks, and her strikes carried plenty of force. An ordinary man really would not have been her match.
But after punching and kicking Feng Jun for a full minute, she had gained absolutely nothing. It felt as though she were striking an iron plate.
In the end, she threw a fierce punch straight at Feng Jun's nose.
Feng Jun could no longer tolerate that. He extended his other hand, caught her fist, and gave it a slight twist. The female patrol officer's right shoulder was injured.
This kind of fight was a straightforward contest of strength. There were no techniques involved, so