Someone tugged at her from behind. Xia Weiliang spun around and kicked out!
"Damn it!"
The man was kicked in the face, his nose gushing blood. He clutched his nose, enraged. Seeing Xia Weiliang scramble out, he yanked open the car door and gave chase.
"Liu Yaozong!"
Xia Weiliang's hands were trembling with panic. She saw a pair of legs sticking out from under the car tires, and her head buzzed. Her body swayed.
"You crazy woman!"
The man behind her grabbed her shoulder and yanked her back.
Xia Weiliang, not knowing where the strength came from, grabbed his hand and used a move Song Yuan had taught her, twisting his arm and pressing it under his armpit. The man cried out in pain, "Ah! Let go, let go! It's breaking! Ahhh!"
Xia Weiliang couldn't hear him, completely panicked, but her grip didn't loosen. The more panicked she was, the harder she pressed.
"Ah!"
The man cried out, his arm dislocated.
His two companions also scrambled out of the car, "What's going on? Did you, did you hit someone?"
The man yelled back, "What are you still standing there for? Come help!"
"Oh, oh, oh..."
They came over and pinned Xia Weiliang against the car. The man's arm dangled precariously, and he grimaced in pain, "Damn it! Go grab that crazy woman!"
"You, you let her go..."
Hearing this voice, Xia Weiliang's eyes widened abruptly. Then her eyes turned red, and the next second she burst into tears.
"You little rascal! You scared me to death!!"
Liu Yaozong crawled out from under the car, shaking his head. "Sister Weiliang, don't be afraid. I'm tough. I was just a bit dizzy from being hit..."
Seeing him, Xia Weiliang cried even harder, "You little scoundrel! You scared your daddy to death, woo--"
An accident had occurred here. The security guards had already spotted it through the surveillance cameras and were rushing over to handle it.
With Xia Weiliang crying and wailing, the three men panicked.
"Brother, let's go!"
"Yeah, if we don't go now, we won't be able to!"
The man gritted his teeth, "Let's go!"
As they tried to leave, Xia Weiliang recovered. She wiped her tears, pulled out her phone, and smashed it down on the head of one of them!
"You think you can leave after bullying a kid?! Did you ask your daddy first?"
Liu Yaozong's head had also cleared up a bit. He quickly pounced to help, hugging another man's legs and biting down—
"Ah—"
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Xia Weiliang took off her high heels and held them in her hand, rushing over and whacking them around. "You dare to tie me up? You dare to tie me up? I'll let you tie me! I'll let you tie—"
Liu Yaozong might not be good at anything else, but he was extremely good at being a nuisance!
Once he latched on, there was no escaping. He bit and clawed, fully utilizing the advantage women had in fights.
When the security guards arrived, they saw the brother and sister pair acting like they had superpowers. One hugged legs, the other pulled hair. Using hands and feet, they managed to hold all three men back, not letting a single one escape!
Outside the hospital, reporters were swarming, three layers deep.
The police had responded to the alarm and cordoned off the area. Soon, the three men were brought out, looking quite battered. It was unclear who the victims were.
Of the three men, there wasn't a single spot of exposed skin that was intact, especially their faces, which were covered in scratches.
Fortunately, the incident occurred in the hospital's underground parking lot, allowing for immediate treatment of their injuries.
As reporters snapped photos frantically, the three men desperately lowered their heads or raised their hands to shield their faces. "What are you taking pictures of? What's there to photograph?"
"Damn it! Get out of the way!"
Just then, a black car sped over, its engine roaring. Everyone instinctively looked over.
A car door opened, and a dark figure emerged.
"Xiao Yi!"
"It's Brother Xiao!"
The reporters, forgetting all about the attempted kidnappers, turned their cameras to Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi, exuding an aura of coldness, strode over. Someone tried to stop him, "You can't come any closer—"
Before the words were out, Xiao Yi kicked the man whose shoulder had dislocated. "Ah—"
The man cried out in pain and fell to the ground. "You, you— I'm calling the police! I'm going to sue you, you're dead! Don't think you're so great just because you're a film emperor!"
As if suddenly realizing something, the man lay on the ground and refused to get up, continuing to shout, "The film emperor hit me! Does the film emperor have special privileges? I'm the victim, I'm going to sue him, I want justice!!"
Xiao Yi sneered and was about to advance further when Yan Zhi and Da Yang, who had followed him, held him back tightly.
"Brother Yi! Calm down! Calm down! There are reporters here..."
The police also stepped forward to block him. "Mr. Xiao, please step back and do not interfere with our work."
Xiao Yi glanced back, "My apologies. I will take full responsibility for anything."
Yan Zhi said urgently, "Let's go see Niang Niang first!"
Xiao Yi remained silent and strode inside.
"Don't go! Don't you walk away! Did I say you could leave?"
The reporters, who had initially been taking pictures, frowned with disdain as they looked at the man on the ground.
The man was relentless, "And you lot, hurry up and take pictures! What are you all standing there like idiots for? Take photos, take pictures of everything. I want the public to see if people like this deserve to be public figures! A film emperor, yet he hits people casually? Pfft!"
Ignoring the police's scolding, he continued to shout, "Weren't you all happily taking pictures before? What's wrong now? Hurry up and take photos, get a clear shot of his face, and mine as the victim—"
Everyone frowned, their expressions of disgust unmistakably clear.
At this critical moment, it was the hurried arrival of Brother Mao, the top fan of entertainment reporter Niang Niang, who saved the day.
Brother Mao, thanks to the exclusive scoops Xia Weiliang had provided him several times, had already established a firm foothold in the industry and now had his own studio.
Upon his arrival, he decisively stated, "Fellow colleagues, whether to publish photos or how to write the articles, that is everyone's freedom. But I believe everyone here is conscientious and has their own judgment. I will absolutely not be used by such scum! Therefore, the photos, I'm deleting them."
His declaration was immediately met with agreement.
"I'm deleting mine too!"
"Right! I didn't see anything just now!"
"Niang Niang usually takes good care of us. To be honest, among all the artists I've interviewed, Niang Niang is the only one who truly respects us."
"Exactly. My wife is a Liang fan. If she knew I posted these photos, she'd beat me to death!"
This was the situation; with one person leading the way, most of the others followed suit.
Of course, there were a few who were unwilling and remained silent.
Brother Mao turned and glanced at them, then smiled, "We're all in the same circle, and we're bound to run into each other again. What is a circle? A circle is something that can be closed! It's understandable to want fame or traffic, and it would be preachy of me to stop you! But I, Brother Mao, am putting it out there: Brother Mao has a petty mind and no sense of the bigger picture! We'll see each other around."