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Before school ended on Friday, Zhou Dewang called me to the office.
"Senior Sister, I told the others in the Sect about your return, and they are all eager to see you... Are you free this Saturday? Let's have a meal together at Chen's Restaurant."
I thought for a moment and agreed.
My junior brothers and sisters have a particularly good relationship with me.
In our martial arts training, it's easy to become hot-headed and aggressive.
As a result, fights often break out in other Sects.
But not in ours.
First, because I, the Senior Sister, am the strongest fighter.
Anyone who dares to start a fight would be quickly subdued by me.
Second, because I also excel at Gentle Guidance and winning people over with virtue.
I treat each of them equally with care; people's hearts are like mirrors—if you treat them well, they will treat you well in return.
Over time, our Sect became very united and friendly.
Our fierceness and aggression were reserved for competitions and some fools outside the arena.
On Saturday, as I was heading out and nearing Chen's Restaurant, I was suddenly stopped by someone.
In the early winter darkness, I could barely make out that the person leading was Zheng Jun.
Several thugs followed him, holding steel pipes in their hands.
I had an idea and quickly pressed Zhou Dewang's number to call.
I put my phone into my pocket and didn’t take it out again.
“Zheng Jun, right? Your sister has already admitted her fault. What, you don’t accept it?”
Zheng Jun said darkly, “Bitch, I gave you face at school, and you really think you’re something?”
I replied, “So you’re going to block me here? Just turn left and you’ll reach Chen's Restaurant. Aren’t you afraid the people inside will come out and find out?”
Zheng Jun stepped forward, reaching out to tear at my clothes. “By the time they find out, you’ll already be done for.”
I slapped him hard, and he glared at me. “You dare to resist? Let me tell you, these are my brothers from vocational school; you’d better be nice to me. Take off your clothes yourself!”
The group of thugs behind him closed in, the steel pipes reflecting a glint of light.
I nodded. “Alright, I’ll take them off myself. Don’t rush me; I’ll do it one piece at a time.”
Zheng Jun chuckled sinisterly. “If you had been this obedient earlier, I wouldn’t have to hit you.”
I began unbuttoning my coat—one button, two buttons, three buttons.
Outside the once silent alley, tense footsteps approached.
The group was oblivious, and Zheng Jun was still trying to touch my chest.
I approached with a smile, "Don't be so anxious; haste makes waste..."
The shout of "Senior Sister" and the words "hot tofu" rang out simultaneously.
That voice seemed like a command—
I slapped Zheng Jun across the face and then raised my leg to kick him hard below the belt.
One kick wasn't enough, so I kicked again.
Zheng Jun curled up like a shrimp, squatting by the wall, his expression twisted in pain. "Wang Miaomiao, you bitch, get them to hit her! Everyone take a turn!"
I shouted back, "Senior Sister is here! Get these bastards!"
The group of thugs reacted quickly, each raising their steel pipes and charging toward us.
However, the people behind us had trained in martial arts for over a decade and would react even faster.
The steel pipes swung through the air, creating bright flashes of light, but they didn't even get close to me before being snatched away.
After a flurry of sounds, all the steel pipes fell to the ground.
Then came a series of punches and kicks, each strike landing with a sickening crunch.
I leaned against the wall, watching the one-sided situation unfold, feeling quite pleased.
These people were indeed raised by me; they always knew how to keep fights under control.
Using fists instead of steel pipes shows an understanding of the value of life; even the lives of scum matter.
Everyone was pinned down, and Zhou Dewang hurried over, "Senior Sister, are you okay?"
I leisurely buttoned my shirt, "It's not like I'm going to let a bunch of little brats take advantage of me."
Zhou Dewang kicked Zheng Jun, "How dare you touch her! Go look at yourself in the mirror!"
Zheng Jun covered his head and fled, "Director... why are you here?"
With the dim light from the moon and lamps, I barely recognized a few people.
"Fifth Junior Disciple, Sixth Junior Brother, Eighth Junior Brother, Nine Sister... you all came."
Nine Sister walked over with tears in her eyes and hugged me tightly, "Originally, Seventh Senior Brother said I wouldn't believe it. Now seeing these moves and stances, it really is you. Senior Sister, it's so good to see you again."
I patted her back, "We're all mothers now; why are you still crying so much?"
She sobbed loudly, "Senior Sister, I miss you so much."
Suddenly, a small thug who had been restrained by her jumped up and picked up a steel pipe to hit me.
I quickly pushed Nine Sister aside, swiftly grabbed his wrist, and tightly choked his throat with my other hand.
I was ruthless.
Because a sneak attack is the most despicable act.
In the silence, two creaking sounds were heard one after the other.
One was the sound of his wrist twisting as the steel pipe fell to the ground.
The other was him gasping for breath, struggling in pain.
"My dad... my dad is a police officer. He'll have you all arrested..."
Zheng Jun suddenly came to life, shouting, "His dad is a cop! Wang Miaomiao, just wait to die!"
Fifth Junior Disciple stepped forward and took the person from my hands.
His tone was gentle: "Senior Sister, don't dirty your hands."
Then he turned his face away, knelt down, and pressed the thug against the wall.
His tone was cold: "Which police officer is your dad? What's his badge number? Tell me! Let's see who dares to cover for you!"
I blinked.
I remembered that Fifth Junior Disciple had worked diligently at the Public Security Bureau for many years and had already become the Deputy Director.
This farce ended with a police car arriving to take the thugs away.
At the police station, that thug finally admitted that he didn't have a police officer father at all.
The so-called "my dad is a cop" was purely bragging, just to recruit little followers for himself.
Fifth Junior Disciple glanced at him coldly and said, "No matter what your father does, call him now and have him come to the police station to pick you up."
He looked around and added, "Everyone, call your guardians over."
Some people still didn't understand the situation and shouted, "It's that Bitch who seduced us!"
Several police officers shouted, "Shut up! Do you have the guts to bully a young girl?!"
One officer poured water for Fifth Junior Disciple: "Deputy Director, please sit down and have some water."
Fifth Junior Disciple handed the cup to me and said, "Senior Sister… Miao Miao, you should drink some water."
Then he turned to the police and said, "These people cornered a minor in an alley and threatened to rape her. We are all witnesses. There are surveillance cameras at the alley entrance; go check the footage. There is reason to suspect they are habitual offenders, so check past incident reports as well. Look into their IDs; those who are adults should be punished severely, and minors should also face strict penalties according to relevant regulations."
With this decisive command, Zheng Jun and his group wilted, not daring to make a sound, their handcuffs glinting.
Well, they suited the handcuffs better than steel pipes.
By the time we left the police station, it was already late at night; dinner had turned into a midnight snack.
Strictly speaking, I was now a fourteen-year-old girl and shouldn't be drinking alcohol.
So, each of them had a bottle of beer while I had a bottle of Wangzai milk in front of me.
The eighth junior disciple was young; after a few drinks, his eyes were red.
"Senior Sister, I went to visit your grave last week and burned you a paper villa so you can live comfortably down there."
Nine Sister said, "The days when we all squeezed together in a big dormitory are gone; everyone will only get better from here."
The Eighth Junior Disciple cried directly, "Senior Sister... Last month, the senior brothers took me to visit your grave, and I couldn't believe it. I thought we finally all had good lives; how could you just leave?"
I kept handing him tissues, saying, "Don't cry, don't cry."
He finally managed to stop sobbing, and the Fifth Junior Disciple respectfully clinked glasses with me.
"Senior Sister, this cup is in honor of Third Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Sister. After they received the news, they wanted to rush back, but they are currently abroad and tied up with work; they won't be able to return anytime soon."
I gently tapped my drink against his and downed it in one go.
Zhou Dewang suddenly said, "Senior Sister, I checked Wang Miaomiao's personal file. She lives with her grandmother, and life must be tough for them. Is there any way we can help you financially?"
I looked down at my worn-out shoes.
Then I glanced at my ill-fitting coat in the cold winter.
If I were to say I needed help, there were indeed too many areas.
Nine Sister slapped her forehead and said, "Senior Sister, I'll transfer you some money. Just give me your account number; I'll send you a hundred thousand."
The Eighth Junior Disciple added, "My family has an empty apartment near Ningzhi Middle School; you and your grandmother can move in there."
I gestured for them to quiet down.
I said, "I appreciate your kindness. But if a young girl suddenly receives money and a house for no reason, what will others think?"
Nine Sister hesitated, "So... are you going to keep living this hard life?"
I smiled lightly, "It's not like I haven't been through it before."
Nine Sister became anxious, her eyes reddening again, "Back then, you gave up many good opportunities for us, which is why we have today. This time, it's finally our turn to help you, Senior Sister. Let us help you."
I pondered for a moment and said, "It would be best if I could earn money on my own, enough for the old lady to boast about how capable her granddaughter is..."
Money was secondary; what mattered most was making the elderly happy.
Eighth Junior Disciple said, "Handicrafts? But handicrafts don't make money these days."
Nine Sister suggested, "Live streaming? Live streaming martial arts? But minors aren't allowed to stream."
The atmosphere fell silent again, only the sound of the freshly served skewers sizzling and popping as they released oil could be heard.
Fifth Junior Disciple broke the silence and looked at Zhou Dewang, "Xiao Qi, I heard from a colleague the other day that his child is participating in a martial arts competition in the city, and the top three will compete at the provincial level. Does your school have a chance to participate?"
Zhou Dewang thought for a moment, "In the past, only those specialized schools participated; we don't have any students who practice martial arts..."
He suddenly stopped, excitedly slapping his thigh, "Senior Sister, you can participate in this competition! The top three will receive prizes and certificates from the city's Martial Arts Association. You even set up a prize yourself before; you can collect that prize on your way back!"
Nine Sister also slapped her thigh in agreement, "That's right, Senior Sister! I almost forgot; you're already wealthy. That prize of yours is quite substantial!"
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