When Deng Zheyan heard Brother Baldhead's words, his spirits instantly lifted.
Indeed, this wasn't Li-Jin District, let alone the University Town.
Everyone knew the police in University Town were in cahoots with the Wanlong Society, but things were different here.
This area wasn't under the jurisdiction of the University Town police.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Leader and Secretary Huang were observing the commotion at the supermarket.
When they saw the crowd suddenly erupt into chaos and a brawl break out, Secretary Huang couldn't help but ask, "Leader, should we intervene?"
The Leader's face darkened as he snorted coldly. "No need. I want to see how long it takes before someone steps in to clean up this mess."
How audacious—to dare cause trouble in broad daylight, and even target that brat's supermarket! It was sheer lawlessness!
He still didn’t know that the supermarket had already been acquired by Liu Yutong.
Seeing the Leader’s attitude, Secretary Huang knew someone was about to face dire consequences and chose not to speak further.
Just as they refocused their attention on the supermarket entrance, another group of thugs arrived, charging aggressively into the crowd. They rallied the instigated mob and launched another assault on the supermarket.
Some even bypassed Yun Cheng and went straight for Liu Yutong—clearly aware of who the real decision-maker was.
"Capture the leader first, and the gang will collapse."
Though Yun Cheng noticed two men closing in on Liu Yutong, he remained calm, fending off the advancing crowd while moving closer to the young mistress.
The two thugs, thrilled at getting near Liu Yutong, barely had time to smirk before her gaze turned icy.
The moment they reached her, she sidestepped, the hem of her beige trench coat slicing through the air in an arc.
With her left hand, she precisely seized the wrist of the first attacker, using his own momentum against him. With a swift pull and a sharp knee strike to his abdomen, he crumpled to the ground, clutching his stomach in agony.
The second thug, seeing this, hastily raised his weapon to strike, but Liu Yutong was faster. Dodging the swing, she lifted her long right leg in a half-spinning kick, her seven-centimeter stiletto heel connecting squarely with his chin. The man spat blood as he was sent flying backward, crashing into a shopping cart behind him.
After dispatching the two, Liu Yutong took a half-step back, glancing down at the groaning men with cool detachment. "Tsk… they’ve dirtied my new shoes."
Nearby, Yang Xin stood dumbfounded.
This was his first time witnessing the young mistress in action, and it completely shattered his perception of her. He had always assumed she was frail and incapable of fighting.
But now, he realized how wrong—how utterly mistaken—he had been.
Her skills were formidable. She had effortlessly taken down two thugs with clean, precise movements, leaving no room for hesitation.
Not just Yang Xin—many present were unaware that Liu Yutong possessed such prowess.
Though some had seen her visit martial arts gyms, they assumed she was merely inspecting the facilities.
In truth, Liu Yutong had been training for years—not just to maintain her figure but to ensure she could defend herself when necessary.
She often practiced sanda with Yun Cheng in private.
After months of training, though still far from matching Yun Cheng’s level, she was more than capable of handling ordinary street thugs.
This was why Yun Cheng hadn’t panicked.
Those who underestimated the young mistress usually paid dearly for it.
From a distance, the Leader watched, suddenly feeling a pang of concern for his son.
He knew Liu Yutong’s subordinates were formidable, but he never expected her to be this skilled…
Deng Zheyan, lurking in the shadows, was equally shaken. He shuddered, instinctively touching his chilled groin.
From his angle, he had a clear view of Liu Yutong’s ruthless knee strike—dead-on, as if aiming for a man’s most vulnerable spot.
"Damn, this woman is vicious! She’s trying to end his bloodline!"
Amid the chaos, a deafening roar erupted as over twenty black sedans and several light trucks screeched to a halt in front of the supermarket. Doors slammed open, and a sea of men in black poured out, their sheer numbers casting an intimidating shadow over the scene.
The spectacle sent bystanders fleeing in terror, screaming as they scrambled away.
When Ma Da spotted assailants charging toward Liu Yutong, he abandoned tactical planning, grabbing a megaphone and bellowing, "Don’t let a single one escape!"
The moment the order left his lips, the black-clad swarm surged forward like a dark tide.
By the time the rioters and thugs realized what was happening, their spines turned to ice, their legs buckling beneath them.
There was no escape. They were surrounded on all sides, swiftly subdued and restrained. Just as the Wanlong Society members prepared to deliver further punishment, Liu Yutong raised her hand.
"Just hold them. Leave the rest to the police."
After all, many in the crowd were merely manipulated offenders—though far from innocent. The moment they raised weapons to vandalize the supermarket, they forfeited any claim to innocence.
If their money had truly been embezzled, it was their own greed that led them astray. Besides, Liu Yutong had already been monitoring Li Huai—the funds would eventually be returned.
A simple inquiry with the police would have clarified matters. Yet they chose violence, proving their malicious intent.
Likely, they didn’t just want their money back—they wanted to extort additional compensation through chaos.
With hundreds of enforcers standing guard—half dressed in the menacing black suits seen in gangster films—the remaining onlookers trembled in fear.
Watching the so-called "innocent crowd" forced to kneel with hands on their heads, wailing in despair, even clueless bystanders felt their hearts quake.
"This is mainland China, for god’s sake!"
"How brazen can they get?!"
Many secretly dialed the police.
The thugs hidden among the crowd, however, remained unfazed. They had anticipated the escalation—and Brother Baldhead had assured them the police would intervene.
Right on cue, the distant wail of sirens grew louder.
A yellow-haired hoodlum, crouching on the ground, suddenly perked up, grinning triumphantly.
"Hahaha… you’re done for! The cops are here!"
"Yeah, you’re finished! My uncle’s the head chef in the slammer—hope you like cilantro-mooncake stir-fry for every meal!"
"Nah, serving them sweet tofu pudding would be way funnier."
"???"
"Wait—are you saying sweet tofu pudding is bad? You got a death wish? Sweet tofu pudding is the best!"
"Bullshit! Even the heavens decree tofu pudding must be savory!"
"Wrong! Spicy is the only way!"
"…"
And just like that, the tension dissolved into a heated debate over tofu pudding flavors.
