Chapter Twenty-Two: She Comes from the World of Wanderers

“Marriage is truly exhausting.” Liu Jingye rubbed his temples; he had drunk quite a bit earlier and had been intensely focused, afraid of making any mistakes. Now that he could finally relax, fatigue washed over him.

He muttered to himself, “Being a man is no easy task. Getting married is exhausting, but not getting married—keeping a mistress is too expensive, chasing women is too tiresome, and being single for too long leaves you utterly drained!”

Listless, he walked forward, intending to cross the parking lot and hail a cab by the roadside. Just then, he heard commotion coming from within the parking lot—shouts, and the unmistakable sounds of fighting.

Curious, he glanced toward the source of the noise. He saw a figure sent flying, landing heavily on the ground, but the person quickly scrambled up, gritted his teeth, and charged back. Soon, he was surrounded by three attackers.

It wasn’t just on that side; elsewhere, others were being assaulted by groups, yet even in the face of overwhelming odds, those being attacked held firm, fiercely resisting.

The attackers were clearly prepared, wielding baseball bats and steel pipes, striking with ruthless ferocity.

One man was about to be beaten to the ground; in such a situation, once you fall, brutal blows are sure to follow—if not death, then broken arms and legs.

At this critical moment, a woman suddenly darted out, delivering a vicious kick right between the legs of one steel pipe-wielding man. He was caught off guard—women, ofte