Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 687: Chapter 661: Come On, Let’s Hurt Each Other!

Deprived of his game-changing gloves by Yu Minglang, Mai now resembled a toothless tiger, helplessly watching Yu Minglang casually pocket his secret weapon.

Hey! That’s my stuff, do you really have to confiscate it so smoothly?

Yu Minglang flashed his pearly whites in a seemingly ”friendly” smile, giving Mai’s chest a playful pat.

”Come on, hit me, feel free to try!”

Mai cursed in his mother tongue in his mind; roughly translated: How the hell am I supposed to hit you!

Qian, looking cat-like, Lang standing confidently, and Mai, clearly frustrated but unable to show it, the three of them formed a very dynamic scene together.

From across the street, Huangmao observed through binoculars, mischievously adding sound effects to each person’s inner workings.

Qian supposedly thought: Husband, take him down!

Yu Minglang supposedly thought: Weakling, bring it on!

Mahadi supposedly thought: Oh crap, I’m totally screwed!!

”Haha, this is fun, I’d do this even if they don’t pay me. This is way more entertaining than sneaking into a hospital at night to play dog barking recordings.” Huangmao mumbled to herself, raising the camera around her neck, ready to capture their expressions.

Just as Huangmao was about to press the shutter, Yu Minglang suddenly turned his head, looking straight in her direction.

The distance was not close, and Huangmao believed no one would notice her surveillance, but Yu Minglang’s next action sent chills down her spine.

Yu Minglang raised his hand, mimicking a gun with his thumb and forefinger pointed at Huangmao, startling her to quickly duck behind cover on the rooftop.

Damn! Is this man an animal? How can he see this far? How did he even notice? Huangmao was sure Yu Minglang sensed her presence, and his gesture was a warning to tell her not to act recklessly.

”I take back what I said about not needing to be paid... I’m going to ask for a raise from my boss; the guy beside Chen Xiaoqian is incredible!”

Huangmao patted her chest; despite the distance, being discovered so quickly had never happened in her detective career. This was a first.

Surveillance on Chen Xiaoqian was fine, helping to deal with the annoying Ye was fine, but being spotted by Yu Minglang made her blood run cold. Despite knowing Yu Minglang couldn’t harm her from so far away, his warning gesture was overwhelmingly shocking.

Yu Minglang, who had a sniper background, had incomparable instincts and observational skills. Though his focus was on Mai, he still sensed something was off, glanced around, and indeed saw a young person with a cap on a nearby building aiming a camera in their direction. Despite the nighttime, the neon lights provided decent visibility.

He issued a warning to the person not to take unauthorized photos.

Huangmao, intimidated by Yu Minglang’s authoritative presence, dared not take more photos, reluctantly resorting to hiding, thereby missing out on the exciting showdown between Yu Minglang and Mai.

Yu Minglang stood firm, beckoning Mai, who was now gloveless, with a finger, inviting him to exchange blows!

Mai, exasperated, knew he was no match for Yu Minglang. Yet, with little choice, he steeled himself and swung his fist.

Without the high-tech gloves, his punches were just tickles to Lang. Mai’s punches were insignificant, but Lang had evening plans to settle with his wife about her male spa incident. Places where authority at home needed asserting naturally required a shirtless atmosphere—everyone understood that.

Lang couldn’t afford any imperfections on his body, even a punch that didn’t hurt was a hindrance to... Never mind, let’s put it in a genteel way—it delayed his ”settling” with his wife.

Lang thought of another trick to play on Mai; having played him once, why not again?

As Mai swung his punch, Yu Minglang made his move. Mai seemed to hit Yu Minglang’s stomach—though it didn’t actually connect, it looked as if it had. Just before contact, his fist froze, not out of high morality but because Yu Minglang kneed him in the gut, sending Mai flying backward.

Mai missed Yu Minglang, while Yu Minglang launched him into the air. With his wife around, Comrade Yu Xiaoqiang was keen on maintaining his cool image. He kept one hand in his pocket and kneed Mai, sending him flying while turning to give Xiaoqian a wink.

Sweetheart, isn’t your man impressive?

Unfortunately, with his cool act, he wore sunglasses, so Xiaoqian missed his wink. Nonetheless, she was enamored by Yu Minglang’s prowess and gave him a thumbs up—awesome!

Yu Minglang deliberately targeted a spot Liumei had kicked earlier. When Mai was kicked by Liumei, he felt as though his internal organs shattered. With Yu Minglang’s hit, it numbed him entirely, rendering his brain and below in harrowing pain. He staggered a few steps back, unable to maintain his stance, collapsing onto the ground, vomiting profusely.

Yu Minglang wanted to seize the moment, intending to grab the fellow by the collar and ask where he got this half-baked skill—did he really have the nerve to claim he was an ex-agent with such level?

Though proud Yu Xiaoqiang didn’t believe M Country’s agents could top her, they surely shouldn’t be collapsing from a single strike, vomiting on the ground!

Shuixian frowned; after all, her father had confidently assured her this was the best bodyguard. Turns out, he wasn’t that great!

Mai had no time to ponder what his next action should be once his cover was blown. Only one thought remained... Damn, that hurt!

At this delicate moment, Xiaoqian suddenly stepped forward, embracing Yu Minglang’s waist, burying her face in his chest.

”Ah! My poor husband, how have you been hurt so badly you can’t speak round here! Indeed, you’re an impressive ex-agent!”

”Qianbao?”

Yu Minglang looked down, trying to decipher what act his wife was putting on, only to feel a stabbing pain at his waist as Xiaoqian pinched him.

The high IQ couple promptly synchronized; Xiaoqian’s pinch clued Yu Minglang in, compelling him to clutch his unmarked stomach, faking a retreated stumble.

”Yeah, I’m wounded.”

This acting, Xiaoqian reckoned, was worth zero points, utterly terrible, but still successfully fooled Mai.

Mai, clutching his stomach, looked at Yu Minglang in confusion. He was sure he hadn’t touched him, so why was Yu Minglang also crying out in pain?

What’s going on with this charade?