Hearing Eric Han's sarcastic, yin-yang words, Cynthia Murong's face suddenly changed, turning faintly pale. She took a deep breath and said calmly, "Mr. Han, could you please not block our way?"
"Big stars really do have big attitudes. What, I can't even say a few words to you?" Eric Han's sneer grew even more pronounced.
Just then, Faye Shangguan suddenly spoke up: "Who are you? Haven't you ever heard the saying 'good dogs don't block the road'?"
Earlier, Eric Han's attention had been drawn to Ian Song and Cynthia Murong, but now, hearing Faye Shangguan speak, he focused fully on her. Noticing that Faye was just as beautiful as Cynthia and even more voluptuous, his heart stirred. He pulled out a business card and handed it over, flashing what he thought was a handsome smile: "I'm Eric Han, president of StarSky Entertainment. I wonder if this lovely lady has ever considered joining the entertainment industry? If you sign with StarSky, I guarantee you'll be famous across half the country within a year!"
Hearing Eric Han's introduction, Faye Shangguan seemed momentarily stunned by his status and subconsciously reached out for the card. But just as Eric let go, she did too, and the gold-embossed card fell straight to the ground.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? How can you just litter wherever you want!"
Hearing this, Eric Han instantly realized she was playing him and his eyes flashed with anger. "Watch your mouth! Apologize to me right now and I'll let you off!"
"Do you think I'd ever apologize to a road-blocking dog?" Faye Shangguan smirked coldly.
"Cheap woman, you're asking for it!"
With a cold shout, Eric Han raised his right hand to slap Faye Shangguan across the face.
Bang!
"Ah!"
Just as he raised his hand, Faye Shangguan moved first, kicking him squarely between the legs. Eric Han immediately clutched himself and squatted on the ground, howling in pain.
"What's going on?"
At that moment, a well-dressed young man with a slightly pale face and sunken eyes strode over with a group of people. He was the one who had gotten out of the Rolls-Royce.
At the same time, a man and woman who had gotten out of the Bentley with Eric Han hurried over. The man, in his thirties, rushed to help Eric up and asked with concern, "Mr. Han, are you all right?"
"Do I look all right to you? Damn it, go grab that bitch who kicked me!" Eric Han roared at the man, who was clearly his bodyguard.
"Mr. Han!"
The woman also quickly came over, fawning as she helped support Eric Han.
"Take good care of Mr. Han!"
With a sharp shout, the bodyguard stomped his right foot on the ground, making the earth tremble. In the next instant, he shot forward like an arrow, reaching for Faye Shangguan's shoulder.
Tch! Someone like him isn't even worth my apology!
Then don't blame me!
Faye Shangguan, having been a field operative—one of those dangerous external agents—was far more skilled than an ordinary person. Even three or five strong men wouldn't be her match.
So, facing the bodyguard's sudden attack, she didn't flinch. Instead, she stepped diagonally in, whipping her left arm at his throat like a lash.
Field operatives often face deadly threats, so their fighting techniques are simple, quick, and ruthless—never holding back.
Seeing Faye's move, the bodyguard was surprised. He abruptly withdrew a step, twisted his waist, and kicked at her side.
Faye reacted quickly, dodging the kick and punching the inside of his thigh.
Hmph!
The bodyguard snorted and retreated again, growing annoyed. He'd thought handling a delicate woman would be easy, but now she was forcing him back repeatedly.
Gritting his teeth, he violently mobilized his qi and blood, his face turning crimson.
Just then, Faye lunged forward, punching at his abdomen.
Pa!
Her fist struck his abdomen, but instead of soft flesh, it sounded like hitting leather. She instantly realized he must have practiced hard qigong. Instinctively, she tried to retreat, but he pressed in, slamming a heavy punch into her shoulder.
Bang!
Faye let out a muffled groan as she was sent flying, her face turning pale.
Faye!
Seeing this, Cynthia Murong couldn't help but cry out in alarm.
Pa!
Just as Faye Shangguan thought she was about to crash hard onto the ground, her back suddenly bumped into a chest as soft as cotton.
Just as Faye Shangguan thought she was about to crash hard onto the ground, her back suddenly bumped into a chest as soft as cotton.
At the critical moment, Ian Song had caught her with his body.
"With skills as half-baked as yours, you still dare to show off!" Ian steadied her, smiling as he spoke.
Faye was about to retort when she suddenly thought of something, grabbed Ian's arm, and playfully pouted, "Brother Yan, how can you just stand by and watch me get bullied?"
"Since you called me Brother Yan, I'll help you get even. Go on!"
As he spoke, Ian lightly patted her on the back. Instantly, Faye found herself charging straight at the bodyguard, completely out of her own control.
"Hmph, you still dare to come at me!"
The bodyguard snorted, took two quick steps forward, and swung his fist.
His fist whistled through the air. Faye instinctively wanted to dodge, but was shocked to find she couldn't control her body at all. Left with no choice, she had to throw her own punch to meet his.
His fist whistled through the air. Faye instinctively wanted to dodge, but was shocked to find she couldn't control her body at all. Left with no choice, she had to throw her own punch to meet his.
Their fists—one big, one small—collided in midair.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking rang out. The bodyguard was sent flying seven or eight meters, crashing hard to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
"Wait, I did that?"
Faye stared blankly at her own fist, unable to believe she could send a burly man flying that far. Suddenly, she remembered Ian's earlier pat, and turned to see him watching her with a faint, knowing smile.
She instantly realized it—she'd only managed to knock the bodyguard away because Ian had secretly powered her up.
Eric Han, who'd just recovered from Faye's earlier kick, saw his bodyguard get sent flying and his face turned ugly. Limping awkwardly, he shuffled over to Easton Ma and pleaded respectfully, "Young Master Ma, this woman has gone way too far. Please, you have to stand up for me!"
Easton Ma frowned slightly, then nodded and said in a deep voice, "Someone, take her down!"
"Yes, Fourth Young Master!"
A man in his early thirties stepped out from behind Easton Ma, blurred across three or four meters in an instant, and grabbed Faye's right shoulder. Just as he was about to use force to restrain her, a flash of white light shot over and struck him square in the chest.
With a loud bang, he was blasted backward, crashing to the ground ten meters away.