The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 39: 039: Jiang Zhi becomes suspicious of Z (Part 1)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At this moment, seven or eight tall and burly men rushed in, each holding a bat, and started fighting with Ah Wan.

Ah Wan was very skilled, but he was outnumbered.

Zhou Xufang released her hand from Jiang Zhi’s shoulder, “Stay here and don’t move.”

She lowered the brim of her hat, turned around, and kicked away the bat that was swinging towards Ah Wan’s back, “Who sent you?”

The leader, wearing a mask, raised his hand to signal his men to stop, “Are you Z?”

“I am.”

The man scrutinized her, “Mr. sent us to assist you.”

Indeed, preparations were made for both outcomes.

Zhou Xufang adjusted her special-material glasses, facing the man, “I don’t need it.”

“We won’t interfere with your task, just deliver the person to the designated place and we’ll leave. We won’t hinder you.”

Her voice was extremely low, and the coldness in her eyes behind the blue lenses suggested restrained anger, her whole being exuding an aura of hostility, “I don’t like others meddling in the jobs I take.”

This was her rule, to act alone, never to accept collaboration.

The man seemed to have anticipated this, saying no more, “We also get paid to do our job, no offense.”

At his command, his men surrounded Zhou Xufang, swinging iron rods and stun batons at her in a disorganized manner.

She had no weapon, engaging them with her bare hands.

Ah Wan felt dizzy—the aggressive attacks seemed to turn into soft blows upon reaching the errand runner. She moved quickly, dodging effortlessly, without even attacking, just defending.

Ah Wan watched in astonishment for a while, then turned to ask Jiang Zhi, who was also watching, “Boss, aren’t they on the same side? Why are they fighting?”

“Shut your mouth.”

“Oh.”

Jiang Zhi supported himself up, dragging his sickly steps towards the fighting crowd.

Ah Wan shouted for him to stay back.

A man holding a stun baton turned towards Jiang Zhi upon hearing the shout, swinging his baton. Ah Wan leapt forward to kick, only to see Jiang Zhi weakly raising a hand, gently pinching the man’s wrist.

The stun baton clattered to the ground, and the man groaned in pain, rolling his eyes. @@novelbin@@

Ah Wan was dumbfounded, where did the feeble patient go?

“Boss, have you been trained?”

Such strength couldn’t come without training, and that precise move to catch the baton, an ordinary person couldn’t do it.

Jiang Zhi pulled out a handkerchief from his coat to wipe his hands, “No.”

As he said this, he kicked down a man over six feet tall, then stepped on him unhurriedly, grinding his toe, and casually tossed the handkerchief, flexing his wrists, “Who did you hire, so useless.”

He coughed lightly, the misty water in his peach blossom eyes hiding all the fierce light.

Ah Wan, “!”

He thought, after discovering the boss’s six-pack abs, he now found another secret, lost in his thoughts—

“Clang.”

The blue and white porcelain tea cup on the coffee table was knocked and shattered by a staggering man.

Jiang Zhi glanced over, frowning. That set of cups had cost him five million at auction, a centuries-old antique, what a pity.

At this moment, the man who was kicked onto the coffee table lost his balance, falling backward and stabbing his back on the broken porcelain pieces. He turned pale from the pain, cursed lowly, pulled out a dagger from his coat, and ferociously lunged at Jiang Zhi.

Ah Wan screamed, “Boss, be careful!”

Jiang Zhi!

Zhou Xufang forced back two assailants and swiftly stepped in front of Jiang Zhi, reaching out to intercept the dagger, her arm was seized.

She turned back.

Jiang Zhi stared at her, his gaze burning. As the dagger approached, he yanked her arm, spinning around and kicking the man in the abdomen, causing him to cry out and fall, the dagger clattering to the ground.

“Who exactly are you?”

These eyes…

Jiang Zhi stared into the eyes behind her glasses for just a second, reaching to remove her mask.

Almost simultaneously, the man on the ground quickly picked up the dagger, slashing at Jiang Zhi’s outstretched hand.

There was no time to think; Zhou Xufang pushed Jiang Zhi away, the dagger grazed her right arm, blood instantly soaking her sleeve. Without blinking, she kicked the man down.

Jiang Zhi stumbled back from the push.

Ah Wan rushed to support him, sweating profusely, “Boss, are you okay?”

He didn’t move, his gaze fixed on Zhou Xufang surrounded by the seven or eight men.

She pressed her bleeding arm with one hand, kicked up the broken porcelain pieces, hitting the chandelier, plunging the room into darkness, no one could see her eyes turning red.

It had been a long time since she got angry, whenever she got angry, her pupils turned red, as red as blood.

In the dim light, the men holding bats groped closer.

She leapt, wrapping her foot around a man’s neck, slamming him hard, causing him to faint on the spot.

Such speed!

Giving no time to react, she jumped and side-kicked, punching out with three-tenths of her strength, causing two more to scream and drop.

“Leave now, or I won’t show mercy.” She glanced at them, her eyes cold and filled with killing intent.

There were always rumors in the industry about errand runner Z—that she was incredibly strong, as fast as lightning, and the tales were even more exaggerated, saying she could do anything from water to sky.

The men looked at each other knowingly but eventually withdrew, knowing they couldn’t win even with their numbers.

After the men were gone, Zhou Xufang closed the door and turned around.

Ah Wan immediately blocked Jiang Zhi, trying to look fierce, “Don’t come over, I’ve called the police.” This ‘scum’ had formidable fighting skills, if he got violent, his employer’s chastity wouldn’t stand a chance.

She did not advance, standing by the door, devoid of the earlier killing intent. Her expression was calm, the room dark, her mask, and hat concealing her, even her eyes behind the lenses were blurred. Her voice was low, hoarse, “Do nothing, sit there and do not move, I will leave when the police arrive.”

What did that mean?

Not here to assault? Ah Wan’s mind was muddled, completely confused, side-eyeing the employer, who was calm, eyes fixed on the errand runner.

“Who hired you?”

She remained silent.

Jiang Zhi asked again, “What is your purpose?” In the dark, his gaze seeking out hers, intensely locking onto her, “Why not capture me?”

She said nothing, pressing her wound, quietly standing by the door.

Jiang Zhi could smell the faint scent of blood. He pondered for a long time, then kicked the medical kit under the coffee table towards her.