Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 642: Targeting Vermilion

"Big Sis, please have mercy… ouch." The man bent his knees and took a deep breath in pain.

Ling Qingyu kicked him in the knees and yanked his hair upward. "I heard you wanted to teach us girls what it means to be human. How about I give you a lesson in gender education?"

Eying his crotch, Ling Qingyu sneered, eliciting a frightened yelp. His hands instinctively covered the fragile area.

No matter how helpless his situation was or how impossible it was to protect himself, at least this act provided a false sense of security. Despite knowing it was meaningless, he felt slightly better having another barrier.

He gulped and looked around. All his men had fallen into a coma.

These two girls were definitely ruthless—far more than when they initially attacked the three men before stepping in to intervene. And that was ignoring the scumbag who had been beaten to the point of dementia.

Destroyed furniture, shattered glass, and spilled beverages on the floor told the background story.

The rest of the people were too afraid to move, frozen in their chairs. They couldn’t believe how two young women had effortlessly thrown and kicked men who were heavier than them—with their small bodies.

Well, 1.7 meter and beyond wasn’t small honestly but women were deemed as a weaker sex. Very rarely could there be situation that females utterly decimated male groups.

Some of the men had been punched and smashed so brutally that they coughed up blood. Numbers seemed like mere specks of dirt, barely affecting the duo’s emotions.

The women who had been helped by Ling Qingyu and Shotgun Girl wore speechless expressions. Even the previously numb and frightened woman regained a bit of courage, as if the violence had somehow cured her fear.

The reason Ling Qingyu tortured and humiliated the man—who appeared to be a small leader among the group—was simple: retaliation.

"It was a slip of the tongue. I apologize for any mean words. I had no intention of offending you. Please show some mercy. I was only trying to threaten you, not actually hurt you," he stammered.

"Really? I was just kidding around too. Please tolerate my mistakes," Ling Qingyu said, delivering a punch to his solar plexus.

"Offfffttt…" The man nearly vomited.

This was pure torture—naked revenge. There was no sign that Ling Qingyu wanted to investigate anything.

"It seems like you’re not the boss here, right?" Ling Qingyu smiled gently before lifting the man and throwing him into the corner. "Ladies and gentlemen, the show’s over. I hope you enjoyed our entertainment. Now, please leave."

Without the slightest delay, furniture scraped against the floor as people raced toward the exit.

They dared not stay any longer, even if these girls seemed to be good people. Maybe they were kind, but that depended on their mood.

The moment an opportunity to escape appeared, nobody hesitated. Of course, this didn’t include the two victims, as they believed they were somewhat responsible for the violence that had occurred.

Ling Qingyu asked Shotgun Girl to let them stay and take care of them before turning her attention back to the perpetrator.

The women Ling Qingyu had pointed at blinked in confusion. Despite not wanting to leave, another emotion sank in—they were being "requested to" stay.

They didn’t know whether they were being forced or not, but they dared not question it.

After all, these two women had saved them from a dire situation, even though the escalation had spiraled out of control.

Well, although she was the sole culprit who turned a simple domestic abuse case into a near turf war, as the righteous party, how could she self-sabotage?

The blame had to fall on the ones who called themselves the Vermilion Bird gang. Not her, nor Spirit Fox for stepping in.

Speaking of which, Ling Qingyu ordered Athena to summon her guards outside, and they stepped in.

Although their attire wasn’t uniform, their armored vests and helmets—marked with the label Special Police with CAITO underneath—said it all.

Perhaps Ling Qingyu’s fashion industry had made a major breakthrough, or Athena’s production line had caught up, but even normal daily clothing now had bullet-resistant technology. Although weaker, it still got the job done.

The people leaving the perimeter encountered them and gasped. The guards ignored them and followed Ling Qingyu.

When the man held by Ling Qingyu saw the operators, his expression said it all.

Total despair.

There was no way Spirit Fox had intervened this quickly and been so well-prepared by coincidence. He had foolishly led his men right into the perfect excuse.

Vermilion Bird had been keeping a low profile, avoiding direct conflict to survive Spirit Fox’s onslaught.

Many gangs had already been eliminated or forced to relocate. Even the four major ones weren’t spared.

Tiger was the first to buy a coffin, followed by Turtle and Azure Dragon, who were now suffering heavy losses.

Despite many attempts to dispose of evidence, they had been too slow.

Only Vermilion Bird, with its superior intelligence network and a leader with an actual brain, had managed to dodge several guillotines.

As soon as Spirit Fox announced its existence, the leader had cut all connections to contraband and gone into hiding.

All of that effort would be wasted if tonight’s incident was intentionally escalated by the police in Province N.

"You two… you belong to Spirit Fox?" the man asked knowingly.

Ling Qingyu and Shotgun Girl shrugged while the two women nearby remained in deep shock at how these two had singlehandedly thwarted the gang. Clearly, Spirit Fox operators were a different breed. This was widely discussed online and in rumors.

So, the reason the two were detained might have been for further questioning. In contrast, the man huffed with resentment, but his wounded face—courtesy of Ling Qingyu—startled everyone.

"You should have declared yourself sooner. Did we really need to escalate our mess to this level?" the man complained. "You did this on purpose."

Had anyone ever seen a man expressing grievance like a little woman abandoned by her husband? Pitiful, right? But when that description came with bruises and lumps, everyone had the urge to vomit.

The two victims weren’t pretentious. They directly retched and patted their chests. If they were alone, they might have restrained themselves, but Spirit Fox gave them confidence.

"Yeah, so what?" Ling Qingyu raised her brows and slapped the back of his head without mercy, speechless at the two bystanders.

She should have forced them out along with the others. Why were they vomiting so exaggeratedly? It nearly made her follow suit and embarrass herself.

"Shortie, you’ll take care of the women until the matter is resolved," Ling Qingyu ordered Shotgun Girl. "I don’t want to hear any news in the future about victims getting hurt by vengeance because we left them loopholes."

"So, boss, you want me to… Tsk." Shotgun Girl cleared her throat and gestured by dragging a finger across her neck. "It’s easy to explain. He attempted to ambush the officer in a fight and accidentally knocked his head."

While the other operators secured the site and searched for weapons, completely unfazed by the conversation, the two women shuddered and gasped unconsciously before covering their lips.

They knew Spirit Fox deterred criminals through violence, but discussing it so blatantly in front of them—wouldn’t that mean they could easily be silenced as civilians?

Ling Qingyu chuckled at their cute reaction and shook her head, especially when the two expressed support by zipping their mouths.

Even if Ling Qingyu and her subordinates wanted to kill, they wouldn’t need to discuss it. Just an exchange of glances would be enough.

She never expected Shotgun Girl to have a sense of humor.

If the man being tortured right now could sense Ling Qingyu’s thoughts, he would complain. Where was the humor in this? Spirit Fox was more evil and villainous than they were.

In fact, this man, who had remained completely awake throughout the fight and until now, had endured the most. Ling Qingyu punished him intentionally.

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Who told him to draw his pistol against her? Why bring a firearm to a fistfight with no rules?

He deserved this treatment. Though Ling Qingyu and Shotgun Girl had easily disarmed him, they weren’t about to let him go.

Fortunately, both had exercised caution, even in the chaos of the fight, with their attention on high alert.

If Tang Ziyi and her confidantes had known about Ling Qingyu’s situation, they would have scolded her nonstop.

Of course, these were just extra precautions. Ling Qingyu wondered if she could dodge a bullet coming her way, given the enhancements she had obtained naturally, plus through sutras and her bracelet’s functions.

No one had attempted bullet-dodging skills yet. Even if they couldn’t outright dodge, in theory, they could predict the barrel’s direction and evade.

Ling Qingyu made a mental note of this and decided to discuss it with Tang Ziyi later. Presumably, she might be rewarded with the icy Valkyrie’s kiss.

After all, it wasn’t the first or second time that Ling Qingyu and other newbies had suggested innovations in tactics and technology.

The hypothesis was quite possible, given Spirit Fox’s potential and capabilities. Who knew whether they could withstand bullet projectiles without any equipment, even if it wasn’t necessary?

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After handing everything over, Ling Qingyu, along with a few guards, entered a restricted door off-limits to outsiders. More secrets awaited ahead.

Given the perfect excuse at hand, why waste an opportunity to unearth more evidence to support her wife?

The only male survivor who experienced tortured, gasped heavily before being thrown to the ground and handcuffed. Oh, let him live in prison from now on. He dared not imagine his fate being chased by Vermilion Bird if the gang managed to survive.