Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss

Chapter 687: Chapter 661: Come on, Let’s Hurt Each Other! (Thanks to kateliu for the Silver Reward + 22 more updates)

Old Mai, now without his special boxing glove, could only watch helplessly as Yu Minglang casually pocketed his secret weapon.

Hey! That’s someone else’s stuff, can you not confiscate it so nonchalantly?

Yu Minglang exposed his snow-white teeth, showing Old Mai a particularly “friendly” smile while patting his chest.

“Come on, fight! Fight however you want!”

Old Mai cursed in his native language; when translated, it was something like: Screw you!

Boss Qian, who was as cute as a kitten, the confident Brother Lang, and Old Mai, who was clearly angry but couldn’t show it, all appeared in the same frame, creating a high-quality scene.

Yellow Hair, who was hiding on a rooftop across the street, playfully assigned dialogue to each of their inner thoughts while watching the scene through a telescope.

Boss Qian’s dialogue should be: Honey, destroy him!

Yu Minglang’s dialogue should be: Loser, come on!

Mai Hadi’s dialogue should be: Damn, I’m so fucked!!

“Haha, this is so fun! I would even do this without pay—it’s way more fun than playing dog barking recordings inside a hospital at night,” Yellow Hair muttered while lifting her SLR camera, ready to capture the expressions of the trio.

Just as Yellow Hair was about to press the shutter, Yu Minglang suddenly turned his head and looked in her direction.

The distance between them was not too close, so Yellow Hair thought it would be impossible for anyone to detect her spying. However, Yu Minglang’s next move sent chills down her spine.

Yu Minglang then raised his hand and mimicked a handgun with his thumb and index finger, aiming it at Yellow Hair’s direction. This scared her so much that she immediately sat down on the rooftop and hid behind cover.

Damn! Is this guy even human? How could he see me? How did he even find out? Yellow Hair knew Yu Minglang had noticed her presence, and he was warning her not to stir up trouble.

“I take back what I said about being willing to do this job without pay…I need to ask my boss for a raise. This guy beside Chen Xiaoqian is so impressive!”

Yellow Hair patted her chest. It had never happened in her career as a private detective that she would be discovered from so far away—this was the first time.

It didn’t matter if she spied on Chen Xiaoqian or took out annoying Ye Shengkou as an extra task, but the moment she got caught by Yu Minglang, Yellow Hair felt her blood freeze. Although she knew he couldn’t really do anything to her from such a distance, the warning hand gesture’s impact was still significant.

As a former sniper, Yu Minglang possessed keen observation skills and a powerful sixth sense that most people could not match. Though his attention was on Old Mai, he still felt something was off. Glancing in Yellow Hair’s direction, he noticed a young person in a peaked cap on the rooftop of a building, aiming an SLR camera at them. Although it was night, the visibility was still decent under the neon lights.

That’s why he warned the person not to take random shots.

Frightened by Yu Minglang’s imposing presence, Yellow Hair dared not take any more shots and had to hide stealthily. As a result, she missed Minglang and Old Mai’s exciting duel.

Yu Minglang stood firmly, gesturing Old Mai, who no longer had his boxing glove, to come at him. Come on, let’s harm each other!

Old Mai had no choice but to swing his fists at Yu Minglang, though he knew he was not his match.

Without his high-tech boxing glove, Old Mai’s punch wasn’t anything for Brother Lang. However, since he planned to “settle the score” with his wife regarding her heterosexual spa visit that night—a passionate matter that obviously required undressing—Brother Lang couldn’t allow any imperfections on his body. Although the punch didn’t really hurt, it could have ruined his time with his wife.

Brother Lang came up with another way to mess with Old Mai. He might as well trick him again since he’d already done it once.

As Old Mai’s fist swung towards Ming Lang, the latter struck at the same time. Old Mai’s punch landed on Ming Lang’s stomach—at least it looked like it did. When Mai’s fist stopped just a tiny bit short of Ming Lang’s stomach, Ming Lang bent his knee and hit Old Mai’s stomach with his own, sending him flying. Mai hadn’t even touched Ming Lang.

Old Mai failed to land a punch on Ming Lang, but Ming Lang had managed to send him flying. Since his wife was nearby, Comrade Xiao Qiang made sure to maintain his cool image. He struck his pose with one hand in his pocket and his knee against Old Mai’s stomach while flying him off and winking at Xiao Qian simultaneously.

Honey, am I awesome or what?

Unfortunately, Ming Lang was wearing sunglasses to look cool, so Xiao Qian couldn’t see the wink. However, Ming Lang’s heroic posture still won her over. She gave him a thumbs-up—Great job!

It’s unclear whether it was intentional or not, but Ming Lang chose precisely the same spot Liu Mei had hit earlier. Old Mai felt as if his organs were shattered by Liu Mei’s kick. When Ming Lang delivered another blow, he went numb and couldn’t feel anything below his head. He staggered backward, unable to maintain his stance any longer, and fell to the ground, vomiting.

Ming Lang wanted to follow up on his victory. He wanted to grab Old Mai by the collar and ask him where he got his pathetic kung fu skills, how dare he call himself a retired secret agent?@@novelbin@@

Though the prideful Xiao Qiang didn’t think American agents were better than her, it seemed implausible that even a weaker agent would fall to the ground, howling in pain, after just one kick, right?

Shui Xian frowned too. Her father had once proudly told her that Old Mai was the best bodyguard, but now he didn’t seem to be doing well at all!

At this moment, Old Mai had no time to think about what he could do, how he should react to his vest being torn apart—all he could think of was… it hurts so fucking bad!

Just when the situation became delicate, Xiao Qian suddenly walked up, hugged Ming Lang’s waist, and buried her face in his body.

“Ah! My poor husband, how could you let someone beat you like this? You’re so injured that you can’t even speak! As expected of a retired secret agent, you are so amazing!”

“Qian Bao?”

Yu Minglang lowered his head, trying to figure out what kind of play Xiao Qian was putting on, and felt a sharp pain in his waist. Xiao Qian had pinched him.

As a high-IQ couple, they were in sync. The moment Xiao Qian pinched him, Ming Lang immediately understood. He covered his stomach, which hadn’t taken any damage, and pretended to stagger backward.

“Yeah, I’m hurt.”

Xiao Qian didn’t want to give her husband credit for his acting, which was terrible. However, they successfully fooled Old Mai.

Clutching his stomach, Old Mai looked at Ming Lang with disbelief. He felt like he hadn’t touched the man at all, so why was there pain?

What’s the deal with this situation?