C8 What the Hell a Loli??

"Damn! Mr. Zhou got his ass kicked!"

"Am I blind? The unbeatable Mr. Zhou!"

"Who the hell said women are inferior to men? Is she a living, breathing Barbie King Kong?"

The group of colorful-haired teens were dumbfounded by Su Ningning's move. They looked at her with eyes full of admiration, "No way, she's my big sister from now on!"

"No, my forebear!"

"Come on, guys, don't do this. Mr. Zhou will lose face, and if he does, we're all in trouble!"

Their voices were loud. Chen Zhou, who was about to face-plant on the floor, heard this and inwardly cursed, "Damn! You all better remember this!"

"Mr. Zhou?"

Su Ningning's lips twisted into a sardonic grin.

She struck again, grabbing Chen Zhou by the collar and yanking...

Chen Zhou's tall, slender frame suddenly jerked backward, stumbling several steps to avoid a close encounter with the ground. Su Ningning said, "So, with those moves, you still want to challenge me, huh?"

Hehe!

What a joke. Her master had always been strict with her.

Master had said, "Ningning, your senior brothers are a letdown. You are my only successor!"

From that moment on, Su Ningning, not even three years old, began her grueling training!

"You!" Chen Zhou was taken aback!

But his face still showed annoyance, his pride wounded.

"Mr. Zhou, you're not losing out to Sister Ning!"

"Exactly, exactly, Mr. Zhou."

"Mr. Zhou, a true hero knows when to concede!"

Hearing the chatter of the three, Chen Zhou suddenly came to terms with it. "Yes, I lost. I, as a man, can take a loss!"

He felt somewhat dejected.

Then, his eyes brightened again. He slung an arm around Su Ningning's shoulder, giving her a chummy pat, "How about I call you 'bro' and you teach me all that stuff, those moves..."

He gestured wildly with his hand.

Chen Zhou was fascinated by martial arts, but he lacked the skill, resorting to rough-and-ready techniques.

Su Ningning gave Chen Zhou a helpless glance and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Brother?"

"Sister?"

"No need!"

Su Ningning brushed his hand off her shoulder, "You, you're not cut out for it!"

Cut out for it?

What was that about?

It's just a fight, right?

Chen Zhou was momentarily confused. Was he being looked down upon?

"But..." Chen Zhou followed her reluctantly, about to say something, when a look from Su Ningning stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Mr. Zhou!"

"No, I can't accept that, Miss Ning!" Chen Zhou dared not embrace the title of "Mr. Zhou."

Su Ningning inwardly frowned.

What in the world was Miss Ning?

But, to her surprise, she found she rather liked the nickname and decided not to correct him, "Chen Zhou, I owe you an apology for today. How do you think I should make it up to you?"

Su Ningning's frown deepened, remembering her mistake.

"There's no need. I'll take care of it," Chen Zhou's gaze suddenly darkened, turning away as he spoke softly, "Maybe it's better this way. It's time to let go."

His voice was light, tinged with a note of resignation.

However, he quickly brightened up with a hearty smile, "Miss Ning, if you could show me a few tricks sometime..."

"Let's talk about it another day!"

Su Ningning's expression turned stern. What kind of people were these?

She wasn't lying; the guy really didn't have the knack for it. But maybe, with a bit of patience, it might be worth a shot?

In the shadows.

Inside a discreetly luxurious Maybach, Chen Xiao stared out at the unfolding scene, stuttering, "Third, Third Master... is she really your fiancée?"

He gulped nervously.

So both the Third Master and his future lady were formidable?

Chu Yichen's distinct fingers glided over the tablet, his eyes reflecting a mix of mischief and intrigue, "What do you think?"

"Get out!"

He murmured, his lips barely moving.

His long legs unfolded from the cramped car.

The tall figure advanced swiftly toward Su Ningning, casting a looming shadow, "Su Ningning!" His voice was even, exuding a casual confidence, yet it carried an undertone of inevitability.

Dangerous!

The signal she received from this man was extremely dangerous!