Chapter 2810 - 1745: Searching for Him Amidst the Crowd

Chapter 2810: Chapter 1745: Searching for Him Amidst the Crowd

"Bro!"

Li Shuru’s heart was just settling down when she felt a figure "whiz" past her side. That speed was truly impressive.

Seeing this, she didn’t move anymore.

The Martial Saint dashed like the wind, sprinting to Brother Chen, who was "rolling, leaping, with my eyes shut," without shouting "stay your hand." Being a sycophant also requires technical skill; you can’t be too exaggerated, especially since Sister Liuli had already stopped.

He nimbly crouched down, carefully reaching out as the other was propping himself up, meanwhile quietly expressing admiration in a voice audible only to each other.

"Just a step behind."

Filled with regret and lament.

Maximally preserving the other’s dignity and self-esteem.

Boss Jiang lightly coughed, subconsciously rubbed his chest, and bared his teeth.

The pain was real.

But he knew.

They had already gone easy on him.

Even eased up all the way to Pujiang.

Not to mention kicking him away before that weapon, which couldn’t be called a toy but could be called a prop, sliced him open.

Speaking of that slender, straight beautiful leg,

it was capable of smashing marble to pieces.

If she had used full strength, would the Martial Saint still have to come over and be attentive? He would be lying unconscious waiting for an ambulance.

"Tuitui—"

The Martial Saint was brushing dust off him while blowing air, growing up one year really makes a difference in understanding human relationships.

Don’t leaders know which folks are suck-ups?

No.

They know.

And they know clearly.

But so what?

Suck-ups might only flatter, but they make you feel comfortable inside.

What does one seek in life?

Isn’t it just about the experience in the moment?

Boss Jiang firmly held the Martial Saint’s shoulder, raised himself from the ground, maintaining composure without discouragement after the defeat, withdrew his hand from the Martial Saint’s shoulder, and gave a courteous fist salute to the opponent.

He didn’t speak.

But everything was conveyed in silence.

Clearly thanking them for their mercy.

"Still, Sister Liuli’s Divine Skill is unmatched."

This guy really covered all bases, flattering both sides, while supporting Boss Jiang and leading him inside.

Was it humiliating?

Not at all.

Does anyone feel ashamed for being poorer than the world’s richest person?

On the contrary.

To be comparable is already an immense honor.

"Want to go to the hospital and check it out?"

At the door.

Li Shuru holding a milk coffee, "concerned," asked. It would have been better if she restrained the curve of her lips a bit.

Boss Jiang remained silent, reached out to take the barely remaining milk coffee from her, chugged it down, then stuffed the empty cup back into her hand.

The Martial Saint, quite perceptive, suppressed laughter and continued supporting him toward the house.

Li Shuru holding the empty coffee cup wished she could turn around and kick him as well. Turning back, seeing Tanki Liuli approaching:

"You should’ve used more force."

No blame.

No anger.

Only a deep sisterhood.

Who says women can’t have genuine friendship?

Thus ended the delayed three-day appointment.

The four returned to the house one after another.

"Bro, want to try the medicine from last time?"

The Martial Saint continued probing with caring inquiries.

Boss Jiang twisted his arm, shook his head, "No problem."

The Martial Saint peeked at the two sisters walking in together, whispered, "Don’t act tough."

Boss Jiang glanced at him, "Do you think I’m weak?"

The Martial Saint immediately shook his head, full of righteous authority, "How could I misunderstand? It’s not a fault of battle, Bro, you are glorious despite the defeat."

Boss Jiang couldn’t help remembering a saying from this guy’s own sister.

A frog at the bottom of a well gazing at the moon,

like an ephemeral being seeing the sky.

At this moment, he somewhat wanted to gift this saying to the Martial Saint.

The gap between him and Daoist Sister, mm, should probably be akin to the gap between the Martial Saint and him.

Of course, at the end of the day, this guy is just a fifteen-year-old teenager, his sister’s saying was imposing and apt, but for an adult to use it for comparison with a kid, it’s quite face-losing, hence Boss Jiang merely nodded, indicating he didn’t need further support, "Glad you understand."

"Bro, your gun, still need it..."

No need for the Martial Saint to worry, Li Shuru helped retrieve the toy someone voluntarily tossed away, playing with it, "Where’d you buy it? Looks pretty realistic."

Indeed.

At first, how cocky was someone?

Tanki Liuli casually placed that prop beside the natural ink-stone textured jade vase.

Roaming the world relies ultimately on hard prowess.

A scrap cloth that wrapped a mighty corpse becomes a divine shroud. What if it’s something loved by park seniors for fun?

It can still transform into a supreme weapon seeking enemies in the void!

"Be careful, don’t hurt yourself."

Though having tripped, someone did not discard their gentleness, and after speaking, turned to ask Tanki Liuli the same question, gesturing towards the vase’s side where the juggling prop lay.

"Where’s it from?"

"Once Sister Liuli was jogging in the neighborhood, she ran into an old man. The old man said she had excellent bone structure and insisted on giving it to her."

The Martial Saint explained.

Where’s that old man?

Come challenge me!

Boss Jiang silently stewing his chest’s blocked frustration.

"Still want to compete?"

Tanki Liuli softly asked.

Is this a confirmation of someone’s skill, or do they think they haven’t hit him enough?

"Next time, no weapons."

She added.

This time, Boss Jiang, who didn’t seem to really utilize any true skill, kept silent, not even daring to boast.

What a joke.

He had witnessed her stubbornness.

Weapons at least allowed him to pull punches, but hand-to-hand combat?

He’d surely be flying through the sky.

"Martial arts are about talent; even a lifetime of effort couldn’t make him your match."

Girlfriends are girlfriends; Li Shuru’s interjection both resolved someone’s currently awkward position and permanently alleviated the risk of being "targeted" in the future while, just like the Martial Saint, preserving his dignity in the greatest possible way.