Chapter 43: Bruce Lee Reborn

Xu Yunzhou fell silent.

The boundary between virtual and reality, the weight of promises and lies, was so heavy at this moment that he couldn't easily open his mouth.

After quite a while, just as Song Jiaru's heart was sinking bit by bit, his voice slowly sounded:

"We... will meet again in another spacetime."

He paused and reminded,

"Remember I told you before, that when you become a great singer, there is something I need you to do?"

Song Jiaru forcefully wiped her tears and answered with a heavy nasal tone:

"Mhm! I remember! What exactly is the matter? I want to know right now!"

Xu Yunzhou's gaze seemed to pierce through the screen, looking toward a certain distant future node, his voice clear and firm:

"Remember this, when the time comes, on May 24, 2025, go to Binzhou City in Jiangnan Province and hold a concert. At that time... I will appear."

Song Jiaru froze. She counted on her fingers and muttered softly:

"2025... that's still nearly thirteen years away. By then... I'll be thirty-one years old."

She suddenly raised her head, a trace of decisiveness, even capricious pique, flashing through her eyes,

"Big Brother... I... I don't want to sing anymore."

Xu Yunzhou was startled, completely not expecting her to say this:

"Why?"

Song Jiaru bit her lower lip forcefully until her lip color turned pale. Then, carrying a crying tone, she used almost all her strength to shout out the deepest fear in her heart:

"I understand it all! Is it that as long as I complete all the quests you set and achieve the goal, you will just like completing a task... immediately disappear? Just like what you did to Lin Ruoxuan?"

Xu Yunzhou's silence was like the cruelest confirmation.

Song Jiaru's tears flowed even more fiercely.

She abruptly lowered her head, her shoulders twitching.

A few seconds later, when she raised her head again, an exceptionally firm smile, even carrying a bit of ruthlessness, had been forcibly squeezed onto her face:

"Sorry, Big Brother... just pretend I didn't say those words just now."

She sniffled forcefully, her eyes sharp as an unsheathed sword,

"I will go all out! Using the fastest speed to complete all your requirements! I will become your most perfect work!"

Because she suddenly realized—if she made Big Brother fail his quest just because she was unwilling for him to disappear... then is she still human!?

Perhaps after completing the task, he would no longer be in the state of a wandering soul.

It's very possible he could be reincarnated as a human again, or even achieve merit and perfection to become an immortal or Buddha, which is why there's the 2025 appointment...

He did so much for her, how could she not help him?

Suddenly, as if she had thought of a way to break the deadlock, she broke into a smile through her tears. The smile carried a retaliatory courage and a trace of desperate charming naivety.

She forcefully waved her fist at the empty air and made an earth-shattering vow:

"Hmph! 2025, Binzhou concert, right? Big Brother, you wait!"

"When the time comes—it'll be my turn to mount you!"

Xu Yunzhou supported his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:

"You girl, where did you learn these tiger-and-wolf words..."

However, before his teasing words fell, a few sticky and greasy jeers suddenly came from the shadows at the entrance of the alley.

"Yo, little slut, can't wait to find a man? Aren't brothers right here!"

"Mount me, haha! So proactive, we're having fun today!"

"This little voice is quite sweet when singing, she'll definitely sound sweet when moaning..."

"This face is so fucking tender, I wonder how it grew..."

"Third Brother, why waste words with her? Just make a move and let the brothers inspect the goods!"

Song Jiaru's heart abruptly skipped a beat. Only then did she realize that due to her emotional agitation just now, she had unknowingly turned into a dimly lit, secluded, and deserted narrow alley.

Before her eyes, seven hooligans dressed flashily with colorfully dyed hair were blocking the way in a dilly-dallying manner. They weighed steel pipes and switchblades in their hands, their gazes sweeping over her sensitive parts like hungry wolves, carrying undisguised lust and malice.

It seemed they had targeted her long ago! She must have been treated as prey while singing.

Song Jiaru's back crashed heavily against the cold, damp brick wall. Her thin and small body trembled uncontrollably, her stomach churning, and even her breathing became difficult.

"Big Brother... Big Brother! What do we do! They... there's so many of them... and they have knives! I-I, I can't deal with them myself!"

She screamed crazily in her heart, her voice carrying a desperate crying tone.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Xu Yunzhou's voice was as calm as a solid rock, but deep down suppressed a trace of volcanic anger about to erupt.

Almost the instant he perceived the danger, he rapidly cut into the Game Mall.

[Ding! Consumed 1000 Mall Coins, successfully redeemed "Beginner Kung Fu Master Experience Card (5 minutes)"!]

[Consciousness Synchronization application sent...]

[Host Song Jiaru has agreed! Synchronization begins!]

Almost in a flash of lightning and sparks of flint, Song Jiaru only felt a strange sense of detachment, as if her soul retreated to the second line and became a bystander.

And her body was already taken over by another calm, precise, and explosive consciousness!

Right at the instant that hooligan with a mouth full of yellow teeth, called "Third Brother," grinned hideously and reached out to grab her chest while unbuckling his belt—

"Song Jiaru" moved!

Her movements were as fast as a phantom, looking like a completely different person from that timid girl before!

Her movements had no warning, smooth as if tempered a thousand times!

Her right hand reached into the side pocket of the guitar bag like lightning, the action of pulling out that wooden nunchuck completed in one continuous breath!

"Swish—!"

The nunchucks broke through the air, carrying a sharp whistle that tore the air, turning into a blurry black shadow!

"Crack! Ah—!!"

The teeth-aching sound of bone cracking and a shrill scream sounded almost simultaneously!

Third Brother's wrist bent at a bizarre angle, and the switchblade fell to the ground with a "clang."

Holding his hand, he knelt on the ground, his face written with unbelievable severe pain and bewilderment—what happened just now? How did that stick come over?

"Motherfucker! You shameless stinking bitch!"

"Fuck! This chick dares to fight back? Break her hands!"

A hooligan next to him holding a steel pipe was both shocked and angry.

He swung the steel pipe and smashed it viciously toward "Song Jiaru's" waist! His face still carried cruel excitement, as if he had already seen the scene of the other party kneeling on the ground letting them do whatever they wanted.

However, "Song Jiaru" only made an imperceptible sideways movement. The steel pipe, carrying a vicious wind, brushed past the tips of her hair and smashed heavily against the wall, splashing a trail of sparks.

At the same time, her wrist flicked bizarrely. The nunchucks were like a poisonous snake possessing life, rebounding with the momentum—

"Smack!!"

The tip of the stick precisely hit the sneaker's temple from a tricky angle!

The ferocity on that hooligan's face instantly froze, replaced by massive shock and blankness. The whites of his eyes rolled up, and without a sound, he slumped directly onto the ground, unconscious.

"Motherfucker! She's a spicy chick! Brothers attack together, we must do her tonight!"

"I don't believe it, so many of us can't hold down one broad? Tie her up and then do her!"

The remaining five people were completely enraged by these two sharp strikes, their ferocity overwhelming a trace of unease.

Brandishing knives and steel pipes, they pounced on her from different directions simultaneously!

Their faces carried a mixture of anger and a trace of provoked mania, attempting to suppress her relying on their numerical superiority.

Facing the encirclement, the eyes of "Song Jiaru" under Xu Yunzhou's control remained as placid as an ancient well, with only an ice-bound calmness.

He fully utilized the advantage of Song Jiaru's 172cm height and slender limbs. The nunchucks danced out dazzling arcs of death in the narrow space, bringing the advantage of mid-range attacks to the extreme!

Chop, sweep, lift, flick!

The movements were concise, efficient, and without any flashy moves. Every strike went straight for the human body's most painful and vulnerable joints and parts!

Wrists, elbow joints, knees, shins, chin... the shadows of the sticks flew, accompanied by a series of teeth-aching "cracks" and wailing screams like ghosts and howling wolves.

It was simply Bruce Lee reborn!

These hooligans were usually fine bullying honest people, where had they ever seen this kind of battle formation?

This wasn't the pitiful, helpless little white rabbit they imagined at all; this was clearly a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex wearing the outer coat of a beautiful young girl!