My Co-renting Lady Boss

Chapter 1987: Chapter 1983: Get Out, All of You

"Awooo!"

Roger’s eyes bulged as he let out a scream, clutching his crotch and dropping to his knees, completely unable to move. Any man who got kicked down there like that would be finished.

"Hissss!"

The onlookers all sucked in a sharp breath at the sight, especially the guys, who all felt a cold chill sweep across their own crotches.

"Uh... you two, keep going."

Zhou Haomin swallowed hard and hurriedly looked at the other two burly men.

"Bastard, you really went for a kill shot. You’re dead!"

The two big men reacted and immediately lunged at Wu Xiaoxia in fury.

Wu Xiaoxia might be petite, but she was insanely fast, with razor‑sharp footwork. Dodging their attacks, she went straight for their joints, and in just a few moves, she had the two big guys back on the ground.

Back then Wu Xiaoxia had already been a Peak Eight-star martial master. After so much Cultivation, her Cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. Dealing with meatheads like these was completely effortless for her.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Seeing a little girl like Wu Xiaoxia take down three burly men, the students around them couldn’t stop clapping, all fired up.

"What kind of people do you even have around you?"

Li Wenxuan looked at Tang Ming speechlessly. Tang Ming being strong was one thing, but why were the students under him this monstrous too?

"Heh."

Tang Ming gave an awkward smile. Wu Xiaoxia being this strong had absolutely nothing to do with him; she had cultivated that on her own.

"Hey you, is this what you call your so‑called powerful nation?"

Wu Xiaoxia flicked her hair and stared coldly at Zhou Haomin. "You can’t even beat a girl like me, what right do you have to mock our country’s people as weak?"

"Y‑you, who are you?"

Zhou Haomin gulped with difficulty.

"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that Tang Ming isn’t in a position to lay hands on you, so I’ll be the one to teach a lesson to a traitorous piece of trash like you."

Wu Xiaoxia strode toward Zhou Haomin in her high heels.

"No, don’t—don’t act rashly."

Seeing this, Zhou Haomin panicked and hurriedly ducked behind the only companion who still had his clothes on. "Chai’erfu, this woman’s actually an expert."

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Chai’erfu ignored Zhou Haomin, staring at Wu Xiaoxia with great interest as he raised his hands to applaud.

"Who are you?"

Wu Xiaoxia looked at him in confusion.

"My name is Chai’erfu, heir to the Chai Family. I’ve always appreciated Eastern women, though I found them too fragile. I didn’t expect you to be so powerful. I like you very much."

Chai’erfu made no attempt to hide his appreciation for Wu Xiaoxia, speaking in English.

"Can you speak our country’s language?"

Wu Xiaoxia looked at Chai’erfu doubtfully. Her English grades were decent, but she wasn’t at the level of chatting freely with foreigners. Lately she’d only dealt with liaison students who knew Chinese, so she’d never had any communication issues—until now.

"Can you speak English? I’m not very proficient in your country’s language."

Chai’erfu stared at Wu Xiaoxia blankly.

"I’m going to beat that guy up right now. Move, or I’ll beat you up too."

Wu Xiaoxia frowned, sounding very displeased.

"What exactly are you saying? How about being my girlfriend?"

Chai’erfu looked at Wu Xiaoxia with blazing enthusiasm.

"No more nonsense, I’ll just take you both down."

Wu Xiaoxia curled her lip impatiently. Too lazy to go ask someone who knew English, she simply rushed straight at Chai’erfu.

"Wow, girls from your country are this passionate? Even more open than women from my country!"

Watching Wu Xiaoxia charge at him, Chai’erfu was thrilled.

"Bro, she’s trying to hit you!"

Zhou Haomin shouted helplessly in English.

"Hit—"

"Smack!"

Before Chai’erfu could react, Wu Xiaoxia’s slap had already landed. His body flew straight out.

"Hissss!"

Zhou Haomin sucked in a sharp breath and stared at Wu Xiaoxia in horror. "You’re done for. You actually dared hit him, he’s the heir to the Chai Family!"

"I don’t care who he is. If he blocks my way, he’s asking for a beating. Now it’s your turn."

Wu Xiaoxia sneered and grabbed Zhou Haomin by the collar, then unleashed a storm of slaps on him.

"Help! Help!"

As he took the beating, Zhou Haomin wailed miserably.

The crowd looked utterly satisfied; no one even thought about pleading for him.

"Roar!"

Just as Zhou Haomin’s face was getting swollen and bruised from the slaps, a massive aura suddenly erupted out of nowhere. Everyone turned to see Chai’erfu, who’d been slapped flying, climb back to his feet, a faint white halo spreading over his body.

"An expert?"

Wu Xiaoxia looked at Chai’erfu in surprise.

"Baby, I really like fiery girls like you."

Chai’erfu stood up, a clear palm print on his face, his gaze burning hot as he stared at Wu Xiaoxia.

"Teacher Tang, what’s he saying?"

Wu Xiaoxia turned to Tang Ming, asking in confusion.

"He says he likes you and wants to date you."

Tang Ming explained, his expression a bit odd.

"Psycho. Looks to me like he’s just begging for a beating."

Wu Xiaoxia tossed the half‑dead Zhou Haomin aside and stared coldly at Chai’erfu.

"You’re mine now."

Chai’erfu shouted, and his body vanished from where he stood.

"Whoosh!"

A blur shot toward Wu Xiaoxia.

"So fast!"

Tang Ming’s expression changed slightly. He hadn’t expected the guy who’d just taken a slap from Wu Xiaoxia to be this quick.

"Scram!"

Wu Xiaoxia also sensed the danger. She stomped hard, and a layer of Vigorous Air Armor flared up over her body, just in time to block the hand reaching for her shoulder. Then she whipped out a brutal kick like a piledriver straight into Chai’erfu’s chest, blasting him away again.

"Hissss!"

Seeing the Gang Qi on Wu Xiaoxia’s body, Tang Ming couldn’t help sucking in a breath of cold air. He hadn’t expected that in this short time Wu Xiaoxia had actually broken through to Martial General without him noticing at all.

"Such powerful strength!"

Chai’erfu stabilized himself midair, then charged at Wu Xiaoxia again. "But that just makes me like you more."

"He says he wants to bang you."

Tang Ming immediately shouted loudly.

"You’re dead!"

Hearing that, Wu Xiaoxia exploded. She took the initiative to rush him; just as he tried to grab her, she twisted around, clamped his wrist, and stabbed her left hand—fingers pointed—toward his chest, then in almost the same instant turned her hand into a fist and smashed it into him who‑knows‑how many times in a row.

"Crack!"

The halo around Chai’erfu’s body shattered, and he started spewing mouthfuls of blood before crashing to the ground and passing out. Even unconscious, there was still a smile on his lips—no one knew what that was supposed to mean.

"This..."

Seeing Wu Xiaoxia this fierce, even knocking Chai’erfu out cold, Zhou Haomin was completely dumbfounded.

"Anyone else not convinced?"

Wu Xiaoxia swept an overbearing glance over Zhou Haomin, Roger, and the rest.

Zhou Haomin and the others looked at each other, faces burning red, not daring to make a sound.

"Get lost. And take that idiot with you."

Wu Xiaoxia shouted coldly.