In her previous life, it was the same. She thought these arrogant young masters and ladies looked down on her, someone who came from the slums.
Later, she thought Tang Yiyi had instigated those people.
But then she reconsidered. Even if Tang Yi's influence was great, she wasn't so powerful that a single word could make everyone target her.
Tang Xiaomin looked at the red card and the 'y' on it, lost in thought.
As she picked up her bag to go home, a few men suddenly ran past her. Caught off guard, Tang Xiaomin's bag was snatched by them.
"Stop!"
Tang Xiaomin shouted, but the men ran fast and showed no intention of stopping.
Her laptop and phone were in her bag, so Tang Xiaomin quickly chased after them.
When she reached a stairwell.
She had a bad feeling and quickly dodged aside.
With a splash, a bucket of water was poured onto her path. If she hadn't stopped, she would have been drenched.
Tang Xiaomin frowned upon seeing this.
In her previous life, she had been tormented quite badly by these people.
It was time to teach these ungrateful troublemakers a lesson.
Since no one else would intervene, they would have to rely on their own abilities to stand their ground.
The ones who stole her bag were several men. Seeing she wasn't keeping up, they even turned back to taunt her.
Tang Xiaomin chased after them again. The men continued to run ahead, quite swiftly.
After running for a while longer, this time a flower pot fell from upstairs.
Tang Xiaomin slightly leaned to the side to avoid it.
As she passed the sports field, a basketball flew directly at her. Tang Xiaomin raised her hand and caught the basketball steadily, bouncing it twice on the ground.
"Hey, give back the basketball! Did you hear me?" a tall, burly boy said mockingly.
Tang Xiaomin clearly saw that it was this boy who had deliberately thrown the basketball in her direction.
Tang Xiaomin's eyes turned cold, and a smile curved her lips.
"Catch this."
The next second, Tang Xiaomin threw the basketball straight back at the boy.
The boy reached out to catch the ball, but the immense force sent him flying several meters away, only stopping when he crashed into the person behind him.
The boy, struck by the ball, howled in pain, his face contorted and unable to speak. A group of people rushed forward to check on him.
Tang Xiaomin continued to slowly pursue the men who had stolen her bag, chasing them to a secluded abandoned factory.
By now, quite a crowd had already gathered inside the abandoned factory.
It seemed they had planned this to deal with her here, and even had an audience.
There were at least seventy to eighty people in the abandoned factory.
Several rough-looking men, over 1.7 meters tall, surrounded Tang Xiaomin, each with a wicked grin on their faces.
The onlookers also had smiles, and some were even egging them on.
"Beat her!"
"Beat her!"
"Strip her clothes!"
"Wow..."
...
An atmosphere of wickedness permeated the abandoned factory.
Although they were all young people, not even twenty-five years old, their current demeanor was less human and more fitting to be called demons.
Among the crowd, the leader was none other than Ye Lingyun, along with Liu Feng. They sat casually on two sofas.
The red card, and this wicked abandoned factory, could it be...
Were these people so bored that they were playing the red card game from TV shows?
The recent remake of "Meteor Garden" was very popular, and Tang Xiaomin had seen it, so she immediately understood.
Ye Lingyun was from the Ye family and had an unusual status. Having nothing better to do, he enjoyed causing trouble.
He probably issued these red cards.
Just like in the TV show, if someone was given a red card, it meant everyone could bully that person.
And Tang Xiaomin, unfortunately, had become the one who received the red card, the target of their collective bullying.
Too bad, they picked the wrong person.
Tang Xiaomin's lips curved into a cold smile.
"Give me back my bag."
Liu Feng stood up from the sofa and said maliciously.
"Tang Xiaomin, you're quite arrogant. Thinking you have some little tricks, you dare to be presumptuous in front of us F2. If we don't teach you a lesson, you won't know your place."
*Pfft...*
Tang Xiaomin couldn't help but laugh at Liu Feng's words.
"F2... haha... you've watched too much TV, gotten too deep into character, haven't you?"
Why not call themselves 2H, two idiots.
"Hahaha..."
Tang Xiaomin laughed freely and unrestrainedly.
Liu Feng, looking at Tang Xiaomin's smile, was furious.
"Tang Xiaomin, laugh all you want. Let's see if you can still laugh later."
"Attack!"
As Liu Feng gave the order, several men surrounding Tang Xiaomin suddenly lunged.
One of them placed a hand on Tang Xiaomin's shoulder.
"Beat her!"
"Beat her!"
"Beat her!"
...
The synchronized, loud chants came from the onlookers, a magnificent momentum, like thousands of troops.
Honestly, this momentum was no less than a gang fight.
"Heh heh, prepare to welcome your hell," the boy pinning her shoulder said self-righteously.
At this moment, everyone wore a gloating expression.
"Tang Xiaomin, unless you beg for mercy, this game won't stop."
Tang Xiaomin hated it when people told her what to do, especially when they were less skilled than her.
Just as everyone thought Tang Xiaomin would be bullied and miserable today.
Suddenly, Tang Xiaomin grabbed the hand on her shoulder and, with a burst of strength, threw him to the ground.
With an over-the-shoulder throw, or rather, she tossed him like trash to the ground.
"Ouch..."
The man cried out in agony.
Everything happened too fast; everyone was stunned by what they saw.
Tang Xiaomin was quite capable, able to take down a boy taller than her.
The air suddenly fell silent.
Liu Feng frowned upon seeing this.
"She's trained. Attack together!"
As soon as Liu Feng finished speaking, the surrounding crowd resumed their synchronized, loud heckling.
"Beat her!"
"Beat her!"
...
The several men surrounding Tang Xiaomin exchanged glances, then lunged at Tang Xiaomin together.
Tang Xiaomin shook her neck a couple of times and cracked her knuckles.
Today, she would teach them a lesson. Su Dan Novel Network
Tang Xiaomin stood her ground, slightly sidestepping to dodge a punch from one of the men, then slapping him over with a backhand, sending him to the ground.
Then, she easily dodged another man's wild swing. Tang Xiaomin leaned back, and that punch landed squarely on another man's face.
Five more men charged at her, their moves synchronized and difficult to avoid.