C3 Come on Come and Fight!!

After what felt like ages, Jiang Nuan finally exited the highway and rode up to a bustling roadside diner. With a flourish, she removed her helmet and called out to the busy owner, "Hey, I'll take a cold beer, a pound of beef, and some spicy pig trotters!"

She made her way to an empty table and sat down.

"You got it!"

Before leaving the martial dojo, the photos Jiang Nuan posted on social media had already caused quite a stir. Her phone was now buzzing non-stop with notifications and blocked call alerts.

As the food and drinks arrived, Jiang Nuan scrolled through her phone, downing one beer after another. Between sips, she grabbed handfuls of beef, trying to fill the emptiness inside her. Before long, she was blissfully tipsy.

"Bang!"

A loud crash snapped Jiang Nuan out of her daze. She turned her head toward the noise.

There lay a familiar motorcycle, spinning in the dust, pieces of it scattered so close they nearly reached her feet.

Why did that bike look so much like hers?

Propping her head up, Jiang Nuan gazed at the fallen bike with bleary, intrigued eyes, pondering the uncanny resemblance.

It really did look quite similar... Then suddenly, a realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. Damn it! That's her car! Who's got the nerve to crash into her car?!

Jiang Nuan immediately stood up, trying to see who was responsible, when she noticed a group of people charging out from the side, armed with steel rods and machetes. Well, if you're walking right into my trap, don't blame me, Jiang the Brave, for not holding back!

Jiang Nuan swiftly sprinted forward, weaving through the panicked crowd, and stood firmly in front of the group, giving her face a quick slap to stay alert.

"Get out of the way, girl!" one of the men with a steel rod snapped impatiently, giving Jiang Nuan a shove. But she used the momentum to her advantage, landing an elbow strike squarely on his cheek, knocking him to the ground in an instant.

Jee Cheng'an, who was sitting in the car, had just started the engine to ram into someone when he witnessed this scene and couldn't help but pause.

Jiang Nuan shook her head, pointing at the man on the ground clutching his face, and shouted, "You shameless punk! You hit my car and then push me? Do I look like someone you can mess with?"

"Damn it..." There were nearly ten of them, and seeing their companion taken down, they couldn't resist the urge to rush at Jiang Nuan with their weapons, ready to turn her into mincemeat.

"Hmph, come at me!" Jiang Nuan said, lifting her chin and assuming a Spring Chant Fist stance.

At this moment, Jee Cheng'an wasn't in a hurry to leave. After turning off the engine, he sent a text and leaned his arm on the steering wheel, watching with keen interest.

Jiang Nuan's movements were crisp and efficient. With just a few initial moves, she not only deflected their attacks but also knocked several of them to the ground, deftly avoiding a swinging machete in the process.

Fueled by a fire in her heart and stomach, Jiang Nuan's strikes were swift, precise, and relentless. In no time, these hapless fighters were rendered powerless. Having practiced martial arts for years, techniques like joint manipulation were second nature to her.

"Come on! Fight me!" Jiang Nuan taunted, gesturing challengingly at the defeated group.

As Jiang Nuan continued her bold provocation, a few more people arrived, brandishing steel pipes and charging toward her.