The problem girl kicked the door open. Behind her was Li Jian, with a slap mark on his face, looking at the problem girl with a mixture of fear and resentment.
"Second Uncle, I..."
Li Zuoquan waved his hand, letting Li Jian leave. He then picked up his tea and took a sip, seemingly ignoring the problem girl. The problem girl smiled, swaggered in, and acted as if she were back in her own home.
This made me even more curious about her identity. From what I knew of Li Zuoquan, he was extremely protective of his own. How could he not react at all to Li Jian being beaten?
Could it be that this problem girl had a much more significant background, one that even Li Zuoquan had to consider?
I then turned my gaze to Fang Niuzi. His eyes flickered, as if he were calculating something. His right hand unconsciously moved towards the steel sword on the table, as if ready to act at any moment. When he touched the hilt, he saw me watching him and quickly withdrew his hand as if stung by a bee, acting as if he had done nothing.
Kang Pangzi seemed amused. He had barely sat down when he jumped up as if he had sat on a needle, ducked down, and slipped behind Fang Niuzi. His small eyes darted around the problem girl.
"How did she... how did she get in?"
After entering the room, the problem girl scanned the surroundings and finally fixed her gaze on Li Zuoquan. She then pulled over a chair from the side, sat down in the middle of the reception hall with her legs spread wide, and faced Li Zuoquan, wearing a harmless smile that made her look like a mischievous girl next door.
Li Zuoquan, sitting opposite her, grew even more sullen, but he did not stop her. He simply picked up his tea, took a sip, and put it down.
I nudged Zhang Dabiao. "Brother Zhang, she's too much. Her arrogance is almost on par with the President of the United States."
Zhang Dabiao nodded in agreement. "Arrogance requires capital. Otherwise, do you think that old man Li would so willingly let her walk all over him? You're thinking too much."
I glanced at the still smiling problem girl, unable to comprehend her strength. What had shocked me at the door earlier was not her power, but her brutal methods.
I had never met anyone like her. She had severed someone's finger and acted as if nothing had happened, still smiling. How could a young girl do such a thing? Yet, she had, and with such swiftness and decisiveness, as if chopping off someone's finger was no more significant than swatting a fly.
"Then where is her strength? I don't see it."
My question made Zhang Dabiao slap his forehead, giving me a look that said he didn't want to talk to me. Just as I was about to press further, the problem girl suddenly spoke.
"Old man, are you the one who disagrees with me going treasure hunting?"
As soon as the problem girl spoke, I stumbled, almost falling off my chair. The tea I had just brought to my lips splashed onto the floor.
Zhang Dabiao's expression also stiffened. He quietly gave the problem girl a thumbs-up, his face showing undisguised admiration.
I stared at the problem girl with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Old man?
She truly dared to call him that. Wasn't she afraid Li Zuoquan would be angered and have her shot on the spot?
Indeed, after she uttered "old man," Li Zuoquan's lips twitched, and his hand holding the teacup trembled, spilling some of the tea. It was clear that she had infuriated him with that single word. Fortunately, he hadn't lost his composure, but his subtle movements indicated he was quite provoked.
This made me feel a little worried for the problem girl. Li Zuoquan was a man who could fight the Fifth Prince and retreat unharmed. Although the Fifth Prince's strength at the time was less than a tenth of his peak, it still indicated formidable power.
The fact that he dared to stay openly in Molu Village without fear of the Fifth Prince finding him suggested he had some contingency plans. Such a formidable opponent, and the problem girl dared to provoke him. Was she foolishly bold, or was it the innocence of youth? Sudan Novel Network.
Even if she were powerful, she shouldn't openly challenge him like this. It was like looking for trouble in the latrine without a light.
Li Zuoquan did not erupt in anger as I expected, nor did he order guards with guns to rush in and riddle the problem girl with bullets. Instead, he placed his teacup on the nearby table, wiped his hands with the handkerchief on his lap, and replied softly.
"Old man? That's quite a peculiar address, but it doesn't seem appropriate for me. I recall you're not exactly young yourself, are you?"
Women are very sensitive about their age, even the problem girl, who appeared to be eighteen or nineteen. As soon as Li Zuoquan spoke, she stood up abruptly and kicked the chair she was sitting on far away.
Seeing the chair, made of black birch, reduced to fragments, I finally understood what Zhang Dabiao meant by strength. Black birch is as hard as ironwood, meaning it's harder than steel. Now, under her foot, it had turned into pieces. I believed few people in the room could match this strength, and I certainly couldn't.
Perhaps Fang Niuzi, who had been itching to fight earlier, could.
"Old man, say that again if you dare?"
Her action caused Fang Niuzi to draw his sword, staring at the problem girl menacingly. "Benefactor, you've gone too far. You broke the rules. None of us have bothered you, but if you wish to fight, then this old Daoist can no longer abide by the rules."
The problem girl tilted her head, her gaze falling on Fang Niuzi.
"Rules? You are truly laughable. You set rules for us, then don't follow them yourselves. How dare you mention rules? Since you want to fight, come, this young lady will play with you. Let me see if your Longhu Mountain has improved over the years, or if it's still the Longhu Mountain that was the leader ten years ago."
Watching the problem girl, fierce as a tiger, I was somewhat dumbfounded. She was definitely not here to treasure hunt; I suspected she was here to cause trouble, possibly to disrupt this treasure hunt. Otherwise, she wouldn't have chopped off Kang Pangzi's fingers right at the beginning.
Now, my attention shifted back to Fang Niuzi. From her words, it seemed she held a grudge against Longhu Mountain. Where on earth did this Fifth Princess find such a fierce problem girl?
Fang Niuzi stared at the problem girl with a ashen face, his sword trembling slightly. He seemed to be struggling internally, but finally, he reluctantly put down his steel sword and sat down on a chair, sulking.
"Tch!" The problem girl glared disdainfully at Fang Niuzi and then turned her gaze back to Li Zuoquan.
"Do you have anything else to say now?"