The first slap landed—Mason Fu's eyes went wide, and everyone behind him was totally stunned.
Hey, President Fu, why don’t you dodge?
Someone yelled out.
Just now, they all saw Mason Fu hold his head high and take that slap without flinching.
Keep going.
Evan Lin spoke up.
Irene Xu didn’t hesitate; she instantly landed another slap.
Smack!
Irene hit so hard her own hand stung, but she was getting more pumped—Evan Lin was backing her, so she didn’t hold back and just kept slapping away.
Smack, smack, smack...
The sound of slaps kept coming, one after another.
Everyone behind Mason Fu was so shocked they couldn’t even speak. Nobody dared step forward to stop it.
Mason Fu just stood there, ramrod straight. After every slap, he’d turn his head back and brace for the next one—never dodging, never flinching. Some folks thought he was nuts, but others couldn’t help but admire how tough he was.
After eighteen slaps...
Mason Fu’s already chubby face was getting more and more swollen.
His eyes burned with anger, but he couldn’t say a word—he was frozen in place, unable to dodge.
Wow, President Fu’s got nerves of steel! If it were me, I’d have fought back already! Someone finally piped up as Irene Xu paused.
I think President Fu’s a real gentleman! Even getting slapped by a woman, he sticks to his principles—never hits back! Another guy jumped in, quick to kiss up.
Everyone started chattering, twisting the story of Mason Fu getting slapped by Irene Xu into proof that he was broad-minded and didn’t stoop to a woman’s level. Some even secretly wondered if he was into getting smacked.
Listening to all that behind him, Mason Fu felt like he was about to cough up blood.
Done slapping—feel like going another round? Evan Lin glanced at Irene Xu, casually asking.
Irene Xu stuck out her tongue, walked over to Evan Lin, and shook out her right hand, groaning, "No way, I'm done! All my anger's gone. His face is so thick, my hand hurts and it's gone numb."
Irene looked genuinely bummed.
Listening to her, Mason Fu finally got control of his body and started cursing: "Damn it! You little witch, if you three walk out of here today, I'll let you use my head as a soccer ball!"
He was furious, his face numb, words slurred. He turned to the panicked Zhang behind him: "Did you call Byron Liu yet?"
"I did, I did! President Fu! Boss Liu said he's out of town, but he'll send someone over to handle it soon!" Zhang answered frantically.
"Once his people get here, you’ll see what real trouble looks like!" Mason Fu glared at the three in front of him.
"Oh." Selina Wu glanced at him, totally unfazed, then looked at Evan Lin and Irene Xu. "Let’s just go. No point waiting for their people to show up and waste our time."
Selina Wu was all business.
Irene Xu nodded along, looking at Evan Lin with pleading eyes. "Yeah, let’s go. Staying here is just a waste of time."
Evan Lin hadn’t said a word yet.
Mason Fu and his crew's faces all changed at once.
Leaving? You think you can just walk away after hitting someone?
Seriously, who does that? Hit someone and then bail!
These kids have zero respect for the rules!
Everyone behind Mason Fu started yelling, spitting everywhere in their anger.
Mason Fu’s face twisted, his fat cheeks looking even nastier as he glared at Selina Wu and shouted, "Do you guys even have any shame left?!"
If you don’t want us to leave, then come try and stop us. Evan Lin yawned, his voice full of lazy amusement.
But as soon as Evan said that, Mason Fu and the whole crowd clammed up. Not a single person dared step forward.
Nobody wants to be the bird that sticks its neck out. Besides, mouthing off from the sidelines doesn’t cost a thing, but actually stepping up? That’s just begging to get smacked.
You can’t just walk away! My face isn’t getting smacked for nothing! Mason Fu’s face turned red as he desperately hoped Byron Liu’s people would show up.
Evan Lin glanced at Selina Wu. "Wanna get some practice in?"
Selina Wu didn’t hesitate—she stepped right up.
She had zero patience for bullies who thought they could push people around. In just a few steps, Selina drove her elbow into Mason Fu’s neck, kneed his gut, and followed it up with a full military boxing combo.
The Wu family had connections all over, and Selina Wu’s military boxing was legit—she’d trained with real pros in the army. Her moves were explosive and authentic.
She finished the whole set without even breaking a sweat—Selina was way tougher than she looked.
Mason Fu screamed in pain, but nobody nearby dared step in.
You got beat up fair and square—don’t blame me. Selina Wu looked at Mason Fu lying on the ground, shook her head, and sighed.
Just then, the sound of engines roared up from the mountain road.
Three black business vans quickly pulled up in the plaza.
More than twenty stern-faced men piled out, glancing around. When they saw Mason Fu lying on the ground, their leader strode over fast.
President Fu, you’ve been through a lot. The man helped Mason Fu up, frowning at his battered face.
You’re finally here! Grab that punk and those two girls for me! I want to string them up and beat them myself! Mason Fu barked, feeling stronger with backup, pointing at Evan Lin and the others.
You three did this? Do you even know where you are? The leader scowled.
Mason Fu was a minor celebrity businessman in Capitalview, and Jingwei Peak’s business depended on guys like him. Getting beat up was no big deal, but if word spread, it could mess up future business.
I hit him. If you’re not happy, come at me together. Evan Lin said calmly.
Irene Xu looked worried. Selina Wu pulled her behind to protect her, already considering whether to call home.
The man across just snorted and signaled his crew to take down Evan Lin first.
But just then, a dark blue BMW 330 came flying up the mountain road like a wild dog.
Inside, a pale young man in a green cap—Leo Liu—shoved open the door, sweating and scanning the scene as soon as he got out, like he was looking for someone.