Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 162 - Shes Not Someone You Can Afford to

Chapter 162: Chapter 162 She’s Not Someone You Can Afford to Think About!

Chapter 162: Chapter 162 She’s Not Someone You Can Afford to Think About!

Lu Xining’s eyes were vigilant, “What happened?”

Cheng Cang did not answer her question but waved his hand, and the people surrounding them immediately charged over, their long knives slashing towards them like a bloody brawl straight out of a movie.

The Lu Family’s bodyguard immediately went to meet them. Although unarmed, he was clearly better skilled than these greenhorns, quickly snatching the long knives from their hands and beginning a fierce confrontation between the two powers, fire and water could not mix.

Lu Xining’s gaze stayed fixed on Cheng Cang across from her. This man, from the first moment she saw him, she knew he was dangerous.

And indeed, it had been proven.

In Cheng Cang’s eyes surged the ferocity of someone who had climbed up through the ranks by killings, exhibiting no reverence for life, only indifference and numbness.

It was as if he had never received any warmth in his life.

Because he had never received it, it didn’t exist for him.

Everything had to start from that phone call he took. Cheng Cang looked at Lu Xining and Fu Junhang like they were dead.

The bodyguards Fu Junhang brought over from abroad all had the strength to fight a hundred foes alone, but although Cheng Cang was skilled himself, his men weren’t. It didn’t take long before they were beat down by Lu Xining’s people.

Cheng Cang’s thrown punches were caught by Fu Junhang, who retaliated with a fierce kick to his belly. Seeing their boss disadvantaged, the surrounding subordinates hurriedly picked up the long knives that had dropped to the ground and rushed over.

Fu Junhang’s foster father was undoubtedly a king amongst mercenaries abroad, and the training he had received since childhood had been cruel to an extreme.

Compared to his skills, Cheng Cang’s punches seemed formless, but they were bone-crunching, every strike carrying sharp force.

Among those present, only Fu Junhang could match him, the other bodyguards stood no chance against him.

In the end, the two forces checked each other, leaving only Fu Junhang and Cheng Cang still fighting.

As time ticked by, the two evenly matched men bore injuries.

“Monkey.”

Following Lu Xining’s call, Fu Junhang immediately pulled back the fist he was swinging towards Cheng Cang’s temple and quickly retreated.

Had it not been for his agile skills, Cheng Cang’s punch would have probably broken his ribs, not just grazed his clothes.

Fu Junhang retracted his aura and returned to Lu Xining’s side, wiping the blood from his face, standing to look at an even messier Cheng Cang.

Lu Xining tried to step forward when Fu Junhang abruptly stopped her, saying, “Sister Ning, be careful, he’s a mad dog, he can easily hurt you.”

Cheng Cang indeed looked like a mad dog at that moment, a mad dog unchained, licking the blood from the corner of his mouth that Fu Junhang had drawn, his eyes manic, as if he desperately wanted to kill Lu Xining and her group.

Lu Xining calmed Fu Junhang’s emotions, “It’s OK.”

She slowly walked up to Cheng Cang, her expression steady as she faced him, “We’ve fought, and blood has been spilled. Can you talk now?”

While the two were exchanging blows earlier, she had leaned against the car door pondering what could have caused Cheng Cang’s emotions to so intensely and completely erupt.

There was only one explanation: Cheng Cang’s brother.

The instant her words fell, Cheng Cang clawed toward Lu Xining’s neck in a flash, but she keenly bent backwards to dodge, then gathered her strength to kick fiercely at his stomach.

As Cheng Cang grabbed hold of her ankle with one hand, he saw Lu Xining perform a nimble flip, her other leg twining around his neck while she pulled out a green jade-embedded hairpin from her hair and jabbed viciously towards his eyeball.

The sharp end of the hairpin halted just millimeters from Cheng Cang’s eyeball. With just a slight tremble of Lu Xining’s hand, his eyesight would be gone.

With the hairpin gone, Lu Xining’s black hair cascaded down freely, several strands fluttering across Cheng Cang’s eyes, with a few entangled with his eyelashes.

Her voice was blunt, “Cheng Cang, have you admitted defeat?”

Lu Xining’s leg was grabbed by Cheng Cang, and she found herself sitting on his shoulder. When Cheng Cang blinked, he almost brushed against the sharp tip of the hairpin, but even so, he still refused to admit defeat.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, sneering, and despite the risk of the hairpin piercing his eyeball, he forcefully reached for Lu Xining behind him, tilting his body backwards, hoping to knock her unconscious on the ground.

Luckily, Lu Xining was sharp enough and sufficiently flexible; she flipped over, kneed him, and stabbed him with the hairpin in one fluid motion.

“Boss!” “Boss!” “Boss!”

Accompanied by the flurries of cries from his subordinates, Cheng Cang let out a suppressed groan, and his whole body slammed onto the ground.

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Lu Xining overwhelmingly dominated him from above, her knee pressing against his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.

What pained him the most was the hairpin that pierced right into his chest!

With a pfft sound, along with Lu Xining’s calm and decisive movements, the hairpin plunged straight into his chest.

“Cheng Cang, not admitting defeat always leads to suffering.”

Lu Xining had studied medical research in college for four years, specializing in experimental medicine while also showing interest in traditional Chinese medicine. With her exceptional talent, she became the foremost disciple of the top traditional Chinese medicine expert in the country.

In terms of research on the human body and skill, Lu Xining was more formidable than her senior brothers and sisters.

The hairpin in her hand, had it deviated even slightly, Cheng Cang would not have been able to walk alive out of this mountain path today.

The subordinates intended to rush forward to save Cheng Cang, but seeing him struggling for breath, he was actually smiling at the woman on top of him.

Lu Xining did not bother to delve into the meaning behind Cheng Cang’s smile, but slowly stood up and released the force holding Cheng Cang down.

“Cough…cough…”

“You might want to cough harder, wait until the hairpin slices through your heart, then you won’t need to cough anymore.”

However, Cheng Cang was not fearful of the consequences implied in her words, nor was he eager to stand up; he just lay there, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds above, his smile growing larger and his eyes crazed.

“Lu Xining, you better not be involved in my brother’s death, or even if I turn into a ghost, I will not let you go!”

Hearing his words, Lu Xining mocked, “You can’t defeat me as a living person. You think becoming a ghost will increase your chances?”

Sometimes, she really wanted to share some of that inexplicable, strong confidence men have, with women.

“If you really want to be a good brother, go find out who really killed your brother, instead of barking and biting like a mad dog.”

“Bite the wrong person, and your fangs might just be pulled out.”

Lu Xining, from her higher position, glanced down at the man on the ground who kept his eyes fiercely locked on her face.

Cheng Cang felt that the contemptuous Lu Xining at this moment was too dazzling.

Like the sun above her head, so brilliant and blinding, while he found it glaring, he wanted even more to pluck her from the sky, bring her back, hide her in his quilt, and have her bear him a nest of little suns!

Lu Xining got into the car.

The bodyguards also settled into the cars in the front and back.

Only Fu Junhang, step by step, walked toward Cheng Cang.

The subordinates immediately surrounded Cheng Cang’s location, forming a protective circle, and raised their long swords to warn Fu Junhang not to come any closer.

Fu Junhang’s face lacked the calmness he had in front of Lu Xining; his eyes were sinister, his gaze deeply ominous, and his words carried a heavy threat.

“Cheng Cang, she’s not a woman worthy of your contemplation!”