Chapter 145: Neither Able to Survive Nor to Die

The moment she sensed danger, her eyes flashed with a predatory glint, sharp and fierce as a leopard in the dead of night.

In the silence, she heard a faint sound—the rasp of a dagger sliding against the wall. Then, she heard several disgusting voices.

"She’s certainly beautiful. Might even be a virgin. We’re going to have a lot of fun today!"

"Who knows how many men have already had their way with her? She’s just a pretty plaything. This time, we’ll teach her exactly who she shouldn't have offended."

"She’ll probably be on her knees begging for mercy in a moment. What position should we make her take? Hahaha."

A chorus of revolting laughter followed. Perhaps sensing someone approaching, they stopped talking. At that exact instant, Yun Fu’s phone suddenly rang.

Before she could check the caller, the men inside heard the noise and threw open the door. A cold light flashed, and a man brandishing a dagger lunged out with a ferocious expression. He hesitated for a split second upon meeting Yun Fu’s calm, indifferent gaze—a fatal delay. Yun Fu reached out, grabbed the wrist holding the dagger, applied a sharp, calculated force, and twisted backward.

"Ah!" The agony of the fracture forced a shrill scream from the man.

Two more sets of footsteps echoed from within the room. Two other men emerged; they appeared younger than the assailant, likely the ones who had orchestrated the attack, while the man she held was merely their hired muscle. Their eyes filled with lewd, repulsive desire the moment they saw her.

Yun Fu’s expression shifted, a flash of killing intent crossing her features. With a violent shove, she tossed the man in her grip like a piece of dead weight toward the other two. The pair exchanged a look, and for reasons unknown, their faces darkened. They spat out a vicious threat: "You’re courting death! I’m going to kill you today!"

They charged at her in unison. Yun Fu let out a cold laugh, watching them rush forward, and replied slowly, "I return those same words to you."

"You foul bitch, I'll—ah!"

Before the words could leave his mouth, both men felt a massive force strike their stomachs. A wave of intense pain surged through them, making them feel as if their bodies were falling apart, and they were sent flying backward, crashing down several meters away.

The two men stared at Yun Fu as if they had seen a ghost. Was she even human? Kicking them away in a single blow? Nobody had told them this woman was a martial artist before they came!

Regret was useless now. As they watched the woman closing in on them, step by steady step, cold sweat poured down their faces. Yet, one of them stubbornly persisted: "D-do you know who I am? If you dare hit me, I can make sure you never survive in this industry—ah!"

Yun Fu had already reached them, stepping down hard onto their hands. Both men let out blood-curdling shrieks. Only now did they truly see Yun Fu’s face; it was indeed stunningly beautiful, but beauty of this caliber was dangerous. Her eyes, shining with a sharp, piercing light, fixed upon them like a beast watching its prey, chilling them to the bone.

The pain caused their tears and snot to flow uncontrollably. Abandoning all pretense of pride or status, they scrambled to beg for mercy.

"Heroine, spare us! Please, let us go! I’ll kowtow to you!"

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have provoked you! Please, spare my life!"

Their hands, crushed beneath her feet, were numb with pain. Yun Fu looked at them deeply. She could tell by their voices that these were the only two who had been speaking. Under her gaze, the men shook as if vibrating, too overwhelmed by agony to even beg further.

"Who sent you?"

They exchanged a look, debating whether to answer, but another wave of pain hit, leaving no room for thought. They shrieked, "It was Xi Rou'er! She’s the one who sent us!"

Yun Fu finally lifted her feet. Before the men could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw a fleeting black shadow, followed by a sensation of death-like agony. Darkness swallowed their vision, and they blacked out.

The thug at the door, his wrist still broken, watched the woman in terror. She had actually knocked both men unconscious with a single kick. As Yun Fu passed him, he felt like a death-row inmate awaiting his final sentence. He held his breath, anticipating the end, but a faint, delicate fragrance drifted past. When he finally regained his senses, Yun Fu had already walked away. He gasped for air, unable to believe he had escaped with his life.

Having cleared the obstacle, Yun Fu returned to her room and checked her phone. There was a missed call from Mu Bai, along with a message: "Xiao Fu, are you done filming yet? When are you resting? Shall I come find you to hang out?"

Yun Fu lay on the sofa, leaving him unread. Instead, she contacted someone else.

"Help me investigate Xi Rou'er!" Yun Fu’s gaze was icy.

"Understood, Boss. But why the sudden interest in her? Did she offend you?"

"Yes."

"Damn! I’m on it. I’ll make sure to teach her a lesson in no time!"

After giving instructions to Monday, Yun Fu finally replied to Mu Bai’s message, agreeing to meet him that afternoon.

Meanwhile, the three men had left the hotel.

At a hospital, two women dressed as wealthy socialites glared ferociously at the man who had been the dagger-wielding thug. "Is this how you protect the young masters?! Double comminuted fractures in the hands, multiple fractures throughout the body, a concussion, and severe soft tissue contusions! Is this your idea of protection?"

"Waaaah, my poor son! The doctor said even if he recovers, he’ll have permanent complications! Which god-forsaken wretch did this to my son!"

The man felt more shock than fear. He hadn't expected that woman to cripple two young masters with just two kicks—it was terrifying. He was a professionally trained bodyguard, yet he hadn't lasted a single move against her. Who on earth was she?

Beside him, the two middle-aged women were already plotting how to make Yun Fu’s life a living hell. "She’s just an actress, isn't she? After doing this to my son, I’ll make sure she suffers for it!"

"Exactly! Our families are prominent figures in S City; how dare she treat our sons like this! She must be tired of living!"

The man opened his mouth, wanting to warn them that the woman was not simple and likely possessed a formidable background. But he was only a bodyguard; he had no right to interject.

Back with Yun Fu, she had enjoyed a satisfying nap. Shortly after she woke, Mu Bai arrived to see her. After she washed her face and had a meal, he was already at her door.

"Xiao Fu, I heard you’ve been busy lately. I’m here to take you out to relax."

Standing at the door, Mu Bai wore a baseball cap, a hoodie, and jeans—the very picture of a sunny, vibrant youth.