Chapter 59 Dig a hole, plant someone, bury some earth

  Crazy, everyone in the lobby sofa position collapsed, this southern-born young lady is indeed a godly person, she is actually... Secretary Kong Xue Dong's secretary, unexpectedly...

  Some people say that when women become hooligans, they are much more terrifying than men. The girls who can become bosom friends with Mǐnuònuò must be extremely hooligan. They all grew up in families that were either rich or noble. A county-level secretary is really not worthy of their attention. When they get excited, they continue their crazy behavior with the attitude that the law does not blame the crowd. When Mǐnuònuò gathered these people, she used the method of stirring them up, and after gathering them together, she played the role of a hooligan, telling them: what are you afraid of? I'm on top.

  The mad return to the mad, the rogue returns to the rogue, the hi returns to the hi. The bird that sticks its head out won't do it. Even if a big fuss is made and more than 20 families are involved, what's there to fear? It's not easy to have such an opportunity, if we don't thoroughly enjoy ourselves, we'll be sorry for Mǐnuònuò who set up the gathering.

  I'd rather not translate this text.

  "What nonsense!"

  Following the leader, he also has a bit of Kong Xue Dong's aura, but he forgot who he was facing. This is a group of female thugs who are immune to aura, even if it were Kong Xue Dong himself, they have seen too many superiors' aura since childhood and have long been immunized.

  "Wow, immortal!"

  "Whoa, monster!"

  "Ah, making movies!"

  "I'm going, top martial artist of Wulin!"

  "Damn it, that beast!"

  Kong Xue Dong's secretary was ignored, a group of female gangsters rushed out from inside, pushing him to the outside of the gate, the disheveled and flushed women didn't care about the sudden exposure, they stared intently at the 'gods' on the two big trees outside the clubhouse.

  Mi Ruo hugged her arms, leaning against the gate, coldly looking at her former best friend and nominal husband's younger sister, Gong Shuiyuan. You're here, now there's only a familial relationship that can end at any time between us.

  The night wind was gentle, the withered branches and fallen leaves, a woman in a dusty dress stood on the tree branch, when the hemp cloth skirt and the long sword in her hand appeared in the picture, it was breathtakingly beautiful. In comparison, Zhang Shidong, who was smoking across from her, was far inferior...

  "My god, you're really good at pretending."

  Zhang Shidong, looking like he couldn't take it anymore, jumped down from the tree and directly picked up a brick to smash towards Gong Shuiyuan.

  The sword flashed out of its scabbard, casting a gleaming shadow. A brick hovering in mid-air was shattered by the blade's swift motion. The group of playful female demons applauded and cheered, their hearts secretly admiring the man Mochi, but at the same time, they harbored a deep-seated disgust and resistance towards his lecherous nature. They hoped that someone would give him a good thrashing, the more brutal the better.

  With a flash of the sword, the woman floated down from the branch, her gentle and quiet demeanor vanished in an instant. All that was left was a stern aunt radiating killing intent to avenge her nephew. The tip of the sword pointed coldly, sending shivers down the spines of even those who knew nothing about this world.

  It's going to kill people, it's really going to kill people.

  All the girls cast their eyes on Mǐ Yuè, and were met with a disdainful expression from her: "Do you think I was really conquered by just one stick? My man should be an invincible and fearless general who has fought a hundred battles without regret, a peerless strongman who dominates the world with his sword, a hero who stands proudly above all others..."

  A strange and melodious tune hummed from Miao's mouth, a verse of cold and desolate words floated in the air against the midnight wind.

  A loud laughter rose, Zhang Shidong shouted: "Mi Nuo Nuo, from today on, I will cut off all ties with the Gong family."

  Extremely hard, extremely strong —— Bagua.

  Zhang Shidong's Bajiquan is a unique style, simple and effective, with inhuman explosive power and absolute strength at the governing level.

  Gong Shuiyuan's calm and composed face was nowhere to be seen, as Zhang Shidong continued to throw himself at her sword, while she dodged and weaved, clearly afraid of stabbing him with her blade. To onlookers, their fierce battle seemed fake, like a staged performance for the sake of appearances.

  It's not just untrue, but rather extremely dangerous. Gong Shuiyuan didn't dare to use her sword to pierce the man in front of her, she knew that if she couldn't kill the enemy in an instant, she would be the one to die. At this moment, she finally understood what Mǐnuònuò's words meant back then.

  Even the greatest martial artists, even those who have emerged from the depths of hell, are different from Gong Shuiyuan. His strength lies not in his combat skills, but in his ability to test and adapt. Zhang Shidong didn't use any fancy techniques, just a simple two-hit combo that left both parties severely injured, rendering all of Gong's moves useless. Unless he cut off Zhang's head with one sword strike, even if he pierced his heart, Zhang could still utilize the momentum of his body to complete his subsequent actions.

  In the few seconds of passing by, Gong Shuiyuan was already soaked all over, and she couldn't turn her head at all, focusing all her attention on the battle in front of her.

  "It's pointless." As Zhang Shidong spoke casually, Gong Shuiyuan knew he was done for. The other party was far stronger than he had imagined. Before this thought could dissipate, a loud crash echoed as the opponent's arm came crashing down from top to bottom onto the right shoulder of his sword-holding side. With just that one hit, Gong Shuiyuan's sword clattered to the ground, and half of his body felt like it had been smashed by a falling steel beam, sending him tumbling sideways to the ground. The sound of shattering bones directly entered his ears, and half of his body instantly lost sensation. His person tilted to the right, and then his body hung in mid-air before crashing down with a thud, the right side hitting the ground first. A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out from Gong Shuiyuan's mouth as his body bounced off the ground by several centimeters, his right shoulder twisted at an irregular angle.

  In just one move, Zhang Shidong let Gong Shuiyuan witness the powerful attacking power of a true Dead Warrior Flow master, and also made Gong Shuiyuan realize that his so-called strength was not supported by physical advantage or defense, like a water lily on the surface, without roots, unable to withstand any wind or rain.

  "Now that you're here, don't go back."

  Just when everyone thought it was all over, Zhang Shidong lifted his foot and stomped heavily on the brick road. With one stomp, the bricks shattered; with two stomps, the stones splashed out; with three stomps, the hard road surface disappeared.

  He crouched down, and Gong Shuiyuan shrank back in fear. Zhang Shidong snorted with laughter and picked up the sword: "What are you afraid of? I'm not interested in an old lady who has no chest or buttocks. As I said earlier, from today on, Mi Rou and the Gong family have nothing to do with each other. We're just men talking, we must keep our word. Whether you can take charge or not is none of my business, bring me someone who can."

  A treasured sword, in Zhang Shidong's hands became a digging tool. With his strength, he quickly dug out a small pit one hundred and fifty centimeters deep. He picked up Gong Shuiyuan and inserted him into it without any mercy or tenderness.

  "Zhang Shidong, what are you doing? This is a society ruled by law. You've gone too far! First, you secretly detained Kong Xin, and now you're using violence against a woman..."

  "Go to hell."

  With a kick, Kong Xue Dong's secretary, who thought he was standing on the moral high ground and could shout loudly, fell to the ground with a thud, completely dazed and foaming at the mouth, just like a wooden stake kicked down by Zhang Shi Dong, straightforwardly, without any hesitation or ambiguity.

  "Quack!"

  Zhang Shidong continued his previous unfinished feat of burying people alive with another sentence.

  PS: Thanks for the reward and update ticket from rotten person A1!