The person who pushed Tang Xiaomin down cursed her fiercely.
That person was none other than Tang Zhongcheng.
Tang Zhongcheng looked at Tang Xiaomin with eyes that wished to tear her apart.
Behind them, Tang Yiyi and Xue Yi were crying, but the faint smile of triumph on their lips was clearly seen by Tang Xiaomin.
Unfortunately, Tang Zhongcheng could not see it.
Tang Xiaomin did not expect that the fool Tang Zhongcheng would recognize Li Xue and Tang Yiyi's true colors.
Had he not seen enough of Tang Yiyi's wrongdoings? As long as Tang Yiyi cried a little, he would act as if he had amnesia, forgetting all about it.
Tang Xiaomin got up from the ground and patted the dust off her clothes.
"Tang Zhongcheng, I wish you happiness, truly."
After speaking, Tang Xiaomin left without looking back, too lazy to look at them.
Tang Zhongcheng knew that Tang Xiaomin was deliberately mocking him.
Happiness for him had ended the moment Xue Yi's matter was exposed.
Tang Zhongcheng helped Tang Yiyi up from the ground and said coldly to Xue Yi, "Didn't I tell you to leave? Why did you bring Yiyi here?"
Xue Yi wiped the tears from her face.
"Sir, Tang Xu has arranged the best doctor for Yiyi. Can we please treat Yiyi first before leaving? I beg you."
"Even if we leave, where can we go? Zhang Meiyu will not let us off."
...
Tang Zhongcheng was also helpless about this.
Given Zhang Meiyu's temper, she probably wouldn't give up easily.
Tang Zhongcheng also felt that they had to resolve the current situation before they could have any peace in the future.
"Alright, then we'll leave after Yiyi gets better."
Finally, not having to leave, Tang Yiyi and Xue Yi were the happiest.
After paying the fees, they settled down in the hospital with peace of mind.
While Tang Zhongcheng was away, Xue Yi whispered a few words to Tang Yiyi and then quietly went to the floor where Zhang Meiyu was hospitalized.
If she could see Zhang Meiyu, she would surely anger her to death.
However, there were many guards on the floor where Zhang Meiyu was staying, and she couldn't get close at all.
Xue Yi's plan had temporarily fallen through.
Xue Yi went to the hospital's underground parking lot, secretly took a photo of Tang Xiaomin's car, and sent it out.
...
A few days later.
Tang Xiaomin's adoptive father was celebrating his fifty-ninth birthday.
After telling Butler Wang, Tang Xiaomin personally ordered a birthday cake and happily brought it back.
It was already dark. Her adoptive parents had also called her, waiting for Tang Xiaomin to return to celebrate together.
Xianfu Group was located in the suburbs, a rather remote area, and there were usually very few cars on the road.
However, today, Tang Xiaomin vaguely felt something strange.
Not long after, she saw more than a dozen cars blocking the road ahead.
Tang Xiaomin stopped her car, and soon, several cars stopped behind her.
Just like that, she was surrounded in a premeditated manner.
Judging by the scale of this operation alone, she knew that the people behind it must be wealthy and powerful.
Soon, a group of people wearing masks slowly approached Tang Xiaomin's car.
Without any explanation, they began to smash the car.
Bang!
Bang!
...
One after another, it seemed as if they wanted to smash Tang Xiaomin, along with her car, to death.
Clearly, they were aiming for Tang Xiaomin's life.
Tang Xiaomin didn't have time to think. She pulled out a cleaver from the drawer on the passenger side, kicked open the car door, and got out.
Seeing Tang Xiaomin come out, the masked people stopped smashing.
The leader said, "Stop struggling pointlessly and just die. I can give you a quick end."
Did he expect her to extend her neck for him?
Tang Xiaomin tapped the cleaver in her hand on her now unrecognizable car, making a clanging sound.
Facing at least thirty men, all tall, strong, and burly.
She did not show any signs of fear in terms of her demeanor.
Her eyes, flashing with a dark light, swept across the rows of men, and a sinister, bloodthirsty smile curved her lips.
"If you don't want to die, leave now. I'll only say this once."
According to the laws of the underworld, self-defense and killing a group of people were not illegal. Su Dan Novel Network.
The group of people in front of her had no idea of the severity of the situation.
Instead, they all mocked Tang Xiaomin.
"Hahaha!!"
"You don't think you can win against thirty of us with one cleaver, do you? Hahaha..."
...
Relying on their numbers, they were full of confidence, constantly laughing.
However.
Tang Xiaomin hated this kind of rabble the most, who relied on their numbers to mock and bully her.
"Laugh all you want. Enjoy every second while you're still alive. That's one second more you earn."
Tang Xiaomin raised the cleaver in her hand, and the next second, she threw it, hitting the leader's chest.
Blood splattered, and the laughter abruptly stopped.
By the time everyone reacted, Tang Xiaomin's figure, like a phantom, had already appeared in front of the man who was hit by the cleaver. She casually drew the bloody cleaver.
The man looked at Tang Xiaomin with disbelief and died on the spot.
Only then did the laughing crowd become vigilant, and they all picked up their weapons and rushed forward.
The sound of sharp objects slicing through flesh, the clanging of metal, mixed with wails, echoed one after another under the dark night sky.
Tang Xiaomin's combat power was fully unleashed, with no fancy moves.
Every strike was a fatal blow, directly aiming for life.
She was as agile as a malevolent spirit, fiercely ravaging this group of overconfident desperadoes.
In less than ten minutes, the ground was littered with bodies, and the description "blood flowing like a river" was most apt.
A survivor threw away his knife and frantically fumbled for a gun.
Bang bang bang!!!
An entire magazine of bullets was fired at Tang Xiaomin.
However.
Tang Xiaomin stood her ground, her cleaver swinging so fast it was invisible, splitting every bullet.
She was unharmed.
At this point, the gunman was so terrified that he scrambled away, stumbling and fleeing.
Tang Xiaomin's expression was blank as she watched the fleeing person.
Without hesitation, she threw the dulled cleaver in her hand, accurately piercing the man's heart.
It was over.
Looking at the still warm corpses strewn across the ground, Tang Xiaomin was in a predicament.
Her phone suddenly rang. It was Yan Jue calling.
"Minmin, I sensed you were in danger. Where are you?"
It was then that Tang Xiaomin realized she had more than ten missed calls from Yan Jue.
She hadn't heard them in the chaos.
"Bring me a clean set of clothes, and have Lu Xing bring a truck, preferably one that can fit thirty people."
Yan Jue's expression on the other end of the line changed slightly. He understood instantly.
"Wait for me."
A few minutes later, Yan Jue arrived at the scene in a hurry.
He saw Tang Xiaomin covered in blood, sitting on the hood of a car.
On the ground lay dozens of still warm corpses.