novelraw Chapter 922 939: Sent Flying with One Punch
Chapter 922 939: Sent Flying with One Punch
Especially Sharapova, only to see her figure lightly flash, and then she was among the crowd. In the next second, Sharapova's figure swiftly darted about in the crowd, truly a formidable character. Punches and kicks flew, giving the opponents not even a sliver of a chance, followed by a prolonged chorus of ghostly wails and howls.Chief Police Officer wasn't to be trifled with either. Although she didn't have Sharapova's illusionary and shapeless body movements, her moves were practical—military boxing combined with grappling techniques. Using both fists and feet, she defeated one Lanzai after another, and in no time, more than a dozen of them lay incapacitated on the ground, not one could stand up to resist.
Watching this scene, Pockmarked Face was nearly scared stiff, staring dumbfounded, clearly unable to process the dazzling combat style from just now.
"Damn it, these two dames fight so fiercely, what the hell?" Pockmarked Face was too frustrated, these were dozens of sturdy guys! And they even had knives, yet they were so effortlessly beaten, as if felled by magic, these feisty dames weren't just ordinarily tough!
"Good fight, beautifully done!" Lin Mu applauded, as if watching a grand play.
Sharapova and the Chief Police Officer looked at the Lanzai scattered on the ground, clapped hands lightly, then two sharp gazes turned towards Pockmarked Face. Pockmarked Face shivered involuntarily; when he met Sharapova's gaze, an inexplicable chill swept through him. For the first time, he felt a woman's gaze could be so terrifying, like facing a thousand-year-old glacier, chilling!
Sharapova's gaze seemed like an icy spike directly piercing Pockmarked Face's chest!
"You…"
Slap, Pockmarked Face hadn't finished speaking before a crisp slap sounded. Sharapova's gaze appeared illusory in front of Pockmarked Face; it was almost impossible to see her raise her hand, but five red fingerprints had already appeared on his face!
No doubt about it, it was Sharapova who was close to Pockmarked Face, and it was she who slapped him. The speed was too fast, making it impossible for anyone to see her striking speed. This made the Chief Police Officer standing behind her inwardly marvel, "Sharapova's skills are truly extraordinary!"
As a Russian literary mayor, how could she possess such exceptional skills? How to explain this? This made the Chief Police Officer more determined to confirm Sharapova's identity. If Sharapova really is Sharapova, then it's like installing a time bomb in Wancheng, ready to explode at any moment.
Pockmarked Face suffered the slap, and the powerful impact forced him to retreat a few steps back, not only was his face swollen, but his nose had also been hit and was bleeding!
"You... you dare to hit me?" Pockmarked Face was quite frantic, clearly feeling humiliated being hit by a woman. Yet now he was struck by a dame, and a foreign dame at that, and he clearly couldn't match her—even how she approached to hit him was unclear. Just imagine how domineering this dame is?
"You humiliate me, why wouldn't I dare hit you?" Sharapova said confidently.
"You…" Pockmarked Face wanted to say something, but seeing Sharapova's murderous gaze made him swallow his words. He could only curse silently, not daring to utter a sound, knowing full well that if he spoke, he would be beaten even more severely, potentially without even knowing how he'd die!
Pockmarked Face hurriedly distanced himself from Sharapova to ensure his safety. For some reason, this dame felt incredibly terrifying to him, even more so than Lin Mu when he was swimming, which was quite abnormal.
"You're a woman, a man doesn't fight a woman, I won't argue with you!" Pockmarked Face said while involuntarily taking another step back, then pointed at Lin Mu, "Hey, you're still a man who stands to pee, right? Having a woman back you up doesn't make you a champ, if you dare, fight me!"
Lin Mu standing behind couldn't help but awkwardly dig at his nostrils, wondering if Pockmarked Face was itching for more than from earlier in the pool. Expressing disbelief, he pointed at himself, "Heh heh, are you talking to me?"
"Kid, do you see anyone else besides you?" Pockmarked Face's arrogant demeanor resurfaced.
"Damn, truly a fool!" Lin Mu shook his head, this guy was beyond help. Initially not wanting to punch him, but since he was so ****, seemed like a lesson was due. So Lin Mu directly moved to stand in front of Pockmarked Face.
"Idiot, you're annoying me, get lost!" Lin Mu said to Pockmarked Face, initially intending to slap him, but seeing how Sharapova's slap seemed ineffective, Lin Mu decided to finish it once and for all. Otherwise, wasting time with such a dimwit was just wasting life.
In the next second, boom—there was a loud crash. You could see Pockmarked Face's silhouette pause on Lin Mu's fist for about a millisecond before rapidly flying backwards, like a soccer ball that had been kicked!
With a bang, Pockmarked Face was blasted over twenty meters, crashing into a car before he stopped. Even the car's glass was shattered by his impact, leaving mess everywhere—a lamentable sight.
Pockmarked Face lay on the ground, his body twitched once, before fainting. Lin Mu clapped his hands, looking relaxed, "Ah, the fly has finally been swatted away, refreshing!"
"Not bad, trash like this deserves to be beaten!" The Chief Police Officer admiringly slapped Lin Mu's shoulder again.
"Uh… Missy, what are you saying, you're a cop?" Lin Mu grinned.
"Yes, I'm a cop, but I'm also a woman. For brainless people like this, who insult women whenever they open their mouths, such people should die!" The Chief Police Officer said angrily.
"Hehe, Missy, don't get mad! I've already taught him a lesson for you!"
"Get lost!" The Chief Police Officer knew from Lin Mu's expression that he had no good intentions, and kicked him in the leg!
"Ouch, are you trying to murder your husband?" Lin Mu exclaimed exaggeratedly, then shouted to several injured Lanzai lying on the ground, "Hey, aren't you gonna carry that idiot to the hospital?"
The henchmen lying on the ground hurriedly helped each other up, then ran over to take the unconscious Pockmarked Face to the hospital.
"Mr. Lin, Director Qi, thank you for your hospitality. It's getting late, and I have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now!" Sharapova smiled slightly beside them, the strong aura she had before seemed to be withdrawn instantly, becoming gentle once again.