"Damn it! Since when did the people of this country become so arrogant?" Richard’s anger was plain to see as he watched Su Xuan disregard him, a top global tycoon, and his armed bodyguard. The situation reminded him of an old Chinese saying: *A dragon in shallow waters is teased by shrimp; a tiger on flat plains is bullied by dogs.* He, of course, was the dragon and the tiger. Su Xuan was the shrimp and the dog. "Jeff, put the gun down," he ordered. Despite his anger, he didn’t make a rash move. Turning to his bodyguard, he added, "In this country, don’t use your gun unless it’s absolutely unavoidable." He understood the national character of Huaxia well. They might be hospitable, but that didn’t mean they were pushovers. They lived by the principle of ’good wine for friends, shotguns for jackals.’ They also believed in an eye for an eye. If you hurt one of them, they were guaranteed to retaliate with overwhelming force. He wouldn’t gain a single advantage and would likely suffer for it. Besides, the young man outside clearly had some influence; otherwise, how could he have scrambled three planes to intercept his private jet? On top of that, Su Xuan was the man his daughter loved. If he had Su Xuan killed, his relationship with Alice would be shattered. "Boss, are we just going to let him act so arrogantly out there?" Jeff, his foreign bodyguard, frowned as he glanced out the window at Su Xuan. "If we don’t teach that kid a lesson, it will damage your prestige!" "I have no intention of letting him harass my daughter!" Richard said, his face grim. He waved a dismissive hand at Jeff. "Go out there, teach him a lesson, and get rid of him." "Understood," Jeff acknowledged. He holstered his weapon and strode toward the cabin door. "Jeff, wait!" The flight attendant, Susanna, suddenly stopped him. She turned to Richard. "Boss, you don’t need to send a master assassin like Jeff after that boy. He just threatened to hit me over the head with a wrench. Let me go teach him a lesson!" "Fine," Richard nodded. There wasn’t a single weak link on his private jet. On the surface, Susanna was just a pretty woman, but her combat skills were formidable. Not only had she trained in kickboxing for several years, but she was also a ninth-dan taekwondo black belt. She was his flight attendant, yes, but she was also a hidden bodyguard. With her on the job, Su Xuan would surely be beaten to a pulp and sent running with his tail between his legs. He would never dare approach Alice again. "Hmph." Susanna shot a glance at Su Xuan outside the window and curled her bright red lips into a smirk. She opened the cabin door and leaped down. That’s right—she jumped straight down. The mobile stairs that had serviced their aircraft were long gone. Susanna bent her knees and landed perfectly steady on the tarmac, despite wearing high heels. Her prowess was plain to see. Then, she looked up at Su Xuan, who stood high above on the mobile stairs, and beckoned to him with a provocative curl of her finger. Her message was clear: *If you want to get any closer to Miss Alice, you’ll have to go through me first.* "Alice, just watch. I’ll get even for you," Su Xuan said with a smile toward the plane’s window. He then calmly descended the stairs and stood before Susanna. Alice pressed her face against the porthole, her eyes glued to the confrontation outside. Clenching her small fists, she whispered to herself, "Su Xuan, please be careful... Don’t get hurt..." "I’m Susanna. Let’s see what you’ve got," she said, offering a surprisingly proper martial arts salute by clasping her fist in her palm, like something out of a Huaxia kung fu movie. "Su Xuan," he replied, still holding the wrench as he returned the gesture. "Are we fighting with weapons?" she asked, eyeing the wrench in his hand. She lifted the hem of her short skirt to reveal a three-inch dagger strapped to her thigh. Her meaning was obvious: *If you use that wrench, I’ll use this dagger.* Su Xuan tossed the wrench aside. Susanna let her skirt fall back into place. The next second, Susanna let out a low cry and lunged, throwing a punch straight from a kickboxing playbook. She moved with deadly efficiency, wasting no time on words. "Ruyi..." Su Xuan closed his eyes for a moment, sensing every muscle in his body. When Susanna was just three steps away, his eyes snapped open. His right hand moved forward in a circular motion as he uttered the next word, "...Tai Chi!" He was using the Ruyi Tai Chi that Butler Liu had tirelessly taught him. Susanna’s fist arrived, aimed straight for Su Xuan’s face. His extended right hand twisted at the wrist, lightly catching her elbow and redirecting it upward. Her punch flew harmlessly toward the sky, leaving her chest wide open. Su Xuan instantly pivoted, raised his left arm, and drove his elbow hard into the center of her chest. If that infamous "Tai Chi master" from all the viral internet memes were present, he would have undoubtedly given Su Xuan a thumbs-up, exclaiming, "A textbook counter!" A strange sound erupted from Susanna’s magnificent chest, as if something had ruptured. She staggered back several steps, clutching the spot. A clear, viscous liquid began to drip from under her clothes, plopping onto the tarmac. When Susanna looked down, the muscles in her face contorted with rage. She roared at Su Xuan, "Thirty thousand dollars! It cost me $30,000 to get those, and you broke one! Damn you!" "Oh, poor Susanna," Richard muttered from inside the plane, pressing a hand to his forehead, speechless. He’d always assumed her figure was natural, not realizing it was filled with silicone! What blatant deception! Even Jeff, the seasoned assassin, couldn’t help but let the corner of his mouth twitch in pity for her. Su Xuan just shrugged at the furious Susanna. "If you decide to stick around, I can book you an appointment at my Kangnai Hospital for some reconstruction work. Fair prices, honest service, satisfaction guaranteed." Alice felt a pang of sympathy for Susanna, but Su Xuan’s comment made her burst out laughing. He was always , able to make her happy when she least expected it. "I don’t need your damn pity!" Susanna snapped, launching herself at Su Xuan again. This time, she didn’t dare throw a punch; his techniques were too strange, as if designed specifically to counter boxing. Instead, she switched to taekwondo. She took a running start, did a quick skip-step to build momentum, and launched a high kick, aiming the sharp point of her high heel directly at Su Xuan’s eye. To Su Xuan, whose body had been enhanced ten times, her movements—while textbook-perfect and vicious—seemed to unfold in slow motion. He simply reached out and caught her by the ankle. Using her own momentum, he hoisted her up, lifting her entire body into the air. The motion was so fluid it looked as if she had leaped up on one leg herself. Dangling in the air, she was completely exposed. Su Xuan rammed his shoulder into her groin. Like a ballerina performing an aerial split, Susanna flew backward through the air, her legs splayed wide. She landed hard on the ground in a perfect, excruciating split. CRUNCH! New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 The sound was sickening. She skidded back a meter or two before grinding to a halt. A burning pain shot through her lower body, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her face went deathly pale. She instinctively clapped a hand over the scraped area, trembling uncontrollably. At the same time, she noticed something else that sent a fresh wave of fury through her...