Chapter 2: Knocked Out in One Move!

Su Bao, still wearing her bloodstained dress, strolled leisurely through the campus.

Her expressionless face gave nothing away, but every now and then, she glanced down at her pale, delicate hands, as if they were something new and fascinating…

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

She was back!

And those who had wronged her… would face their consequences!

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“Hey, you there! Stop!”

It was a stifling September in Han City, with the heat unbearable.

Tonight, however, the wind was strong and cool.

Mo Yan had stepped out of the instructor’s dormitory for some fresh air when he suddenly spotted a girl up ahead, her dress seemingly stained with blood!

His instincts told him something was definitely wrong.

He quickly strode over!

Su Bao, dressed in her white gown, turned around to see a tall man, about 1.9 meters, wearing a camouflage uniform, approaching her.

Mo Yan had a stern, handsome face with sharp, defined features. His eyes were like those of a hawk, piercing and intense, exuding an intimidating aura!

After all, he was an officer from the General Military District of the capital, and a member of the Mo family, the most powerful of the seven great families in the capital. Whether it was his genes or his abilities, he was top-tier! Having joined the military at a young age, his entire being radiated a bloody, battle-hardened aura!

Su Bao calmly turned around.

Mo Yan observed her…

The girl looked about sixteen or seventeen, likely a student at Han City Film Academy.

He slightly reined in his killing intent but still questioned her in a cold, hard tone, “Why is there blood on you?”

It was late at night, and she had blood on her.

Mo Yan’s military instincts told him this was no ordinary situation.

Su Bao didn’t want any trouble, so the expressionless little girl quickly blinked her round almond eyes innocently and asked, “Is there blood on me, big brother?”

If the other party didn’t want trouble either, they could just say no, and that would be the end of it.

But if they did want trouble…

Su Bao was ready for it.

Mo Yan’s thick, dark brows furrowed.

There was clearly a large bloodstain, yet she had the nerve to blatantly lie to his face and ask him back?!

Who gave her the guts!?

“Tell the truth! Now!” Mo Yan’s patience was limited, his voice cold and merciless.

Oh, so he did want trouble!

Realizing this, Su Bao’s round face instantly lost its smile, her expression changing in the blink of an eye!

Her amber cat-like eyes darkened, as if her entire personality had shifted!

Before Mo Yan could react, she suddenly moved and attacked him!

But Mo Yan was no ordinary man!

As an instructor of the elite troops in the General Military District, trying to ambush him was like asking for death!

“You’re courting death!” Mo Yan growled.

He easily grabbed Su Bao’s arm. Her arm, which had been shattered and then repaired, didn’t seem to be very sturdy…

“Crack—” The sound of it breaking again echoed.

Mo Yan froze for a moment.

He had controlled his strength well; there was no way he should have broken her arm!

In that brief moment of hesitation, Su Bao’s other hand delivered a sharp chop to the back of Mo Yan’s neck, knocking him out cold!

Another “crack—”

Emmm…

She had used too much force while hitting him, and the impact had broken her other arm too.

Both of her arms now hung limply at her sides.

Su Bao, still expressionless, winced slightly from the pain.

Standing still, she then made a few “crack crack” sounds as she automatically reset both of her arms back into place.

The black crow perched on her shoulder kindly reminded her, “You’re currently inhabiting a body of great virtue. Hurting people will deplete your yin virtue.”

Su Bao coldly kicked Mo Yan lightly. “Even this light kick will cost me yin virtue?”

The black crow nodded, “Of course!”

After thinking it over for a moment, Su Bao simply kicked Mo Yan harder in the waist.

Since it would cost her yin virtue anyway, she might as well make it worth it.

After all, she hated being yelled at.

The black crow: “…”