30: Chapter 30: I said I'd help you get revenge, so why did you break down?!

Su Yun walked to the entrance of the apartment building and paused.

He turned his head and swept his peripheral vision across the shadows at the entrance of the convenience store on the street corner.

There was no movement; those two A-rank bodyguards certainly didn't dare to follow him into the residential complex.

Su Yun shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and leisurely climbed the concrete stairs.

The sound-activated light was broken.

By the twilight from the window, Su Yun saw someone standing in front of his security door.

Su Qing.

She was wearing oversized sportswear, with mud splatters on her shoes.

She was clutching a key, jabbing it blindly into the keyhole as if throwing a tantrum.

In this sweltering heat, she was actually wearing a thick black bucket hat, pulled down so low that even her eyes were invisible.

Hearing footsteps, Su Qing turned her head.

Seeing it was Su Yun, she pursed her lips, rolled her eyes, and didn't say a word, turning back to continue battling with the security door.

Su Yun walked behind her, watching her back, which looked exactly like a defeated quail, and a mischievous urge immediately welled up in him.

"Yo, whose little mud monkey is this?"

Su Yun leaned against the wall, his tone cool. "What's wrong with the door? I told you to use the key to open it, not to poke the keyhole blind with it."

"None of your business! Get lost."

Su Qing gritted her teeth.

"Wearing a hat in this hot weather, what, did you get heat rash and are too ashamed to show your face?"

Su Yun couldn't be bothered with nonsense, so he reached out, grabbed the brim of the bucket hat, and yanked it upward.

"Ouch! What are you doing!"

The hat came off.

Su Qing let out a sharp cry of pain, instinctively covering her head with both hands, tears streaming down her face from the pain.

Su Yun looked down and chuckled, "Pfft."

On the upper right side of Su Qing's smooth forehead, a large, purple lump had swollen up, at least half the size of a fist.

Looking at this lump, the image of his father, Night Owl, backhanding her into the quarry pit just moments ago flashed through Su Yun's mind.

Old Su really had a heavy hand.

If it were an ordinary person, that slap would have knocked their brains right out.

"Give it back!"

Su Qing snatched the hat back and shoved it on, hissing in pain.

"Whoa, growing horns on your head now?"

Su Yun continued to rub salt in the wound. "Got into a fight outside? Got beaten up so badly you can't even open a door?"

"I tripped down the stairs!"

Su Qing refused to admit it, glaring at him fiercely. "Stop gloating, you don't need to worry about my business!"

Looking at his sister's clawing and posturing, which was all bluff, Su Yun was grinning on the outside but laughing heartily on the inside.

Tripped down the stairs, huh?

That was our dad personally knocking some sense into you. If this brat knew that the scumbag she was carrying around for a freefall in the sky earlier not only recognized her secret identity but also clearly knew how she got that lump on her head... her sanity would absolutely explode on the spot; she might even try to hang herself from the security door with a noodle, right?

Thinking of this, Su Yun cleared his throat, put on the posture of a good older brother, and patted her shoulder.

"Alright, stop trying to act tough. Your brother has had a stroke of luck today; I met a benefactor."

Su Yun began to show off with great seriousness. "Today, a super powerful big sister, accompanied by twelve old men with white beards, was crying and begging to protect me."

Su Qing froze, shocked beyond measure.

He actually said it out loud. Could it be he had seen through her identity?

No way, right?

For a moment, Su Qing felt a bit guilty.

"Not only that,"

Su Yun lowered his voice, his tone extremely arrogant. "She also casually took care of a shorty who didn't know their place. The scene was absolutely miserable."

Su Yun leaned in closer, staring into Su Qing's eyes: "Tell me, who beat you up like this? No matter who it is, give me a name, and tomorrow I'll have that big sister go help you settle the score and break all their legs!"

There was a deathly silence in the corridor.

Su Qing stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

A big sister? Twelve old men? Helped you take care of a shorty?!

Su Qing's brain exploded with a buzz.

The woman in the star-patterned dress ten thousand meters in the sky, the Elders forming a formation at the quarry, and that slap from Night Owl, all played back before her eyes.

This bastard brother, it was one thing that he awakened some shameless charm ability to live off women, but now he actually had the audacity to say he would use the very people who beat me to help me get revenge?!

You are the damn source of it all!

"What? Are you so moved you can't speak?"

Su Yun was still laughing there.

Su Qing's mental state completely collapsed at this moment.

All the stifled frustration, intense pain, and grievances turned into a nameless rage that shot straight to her head.

"Settle the score with your grandpa!"

Su Qing let out a completely broken-down shriek, lunged forward, grabbed Su Yun's right arm, opened her mouth, and bit down mercilessly!

"Holy sh*t!"

"Let go! Su Qing, are you a dog?!"

Su Yun shook his arm in pain, using his free left hand to pinch her cheeks and pull them apart. "Let go immediately! If you break the skin, you're paying for my rabies vaccine!"

"Mmm-mmm... I'll bite you to death, you show-off!"

Su Qing bit tightly onto the sleeve of the hoodie, cursing incoherently, while her hands gripped Su Yun's arm tightly, looking just like a human pendant.

"Let go! Not only do you have horns on your head, but your tartar is scraping against my arm!"

Su Yun shouted loudly.

"Bullsh*t! This Young Miss brushes her teeth every day!"

"You scumbag who only knows how to live off women! You're the only one who goes around flirting with women! 'Big sister' this, 'big sister' that, you'll be drained dry sooner or later!"

Su Qing was so angry that she suddenly let go, then took the opportunity to stomp hard on the top of Su Yun's foot, glaring at him with red eyes.

"Hiss—holy sh*t!"

Su Yun clutched his right foot, which had been stomped on hard, and hopped around on one leg against the security door, sucking in several breaths of cold air from the pain. "You brat, you're really trying to kill me! My toenail is definitely split!"

Su Qing rubbed her sore cheeks, which were aching from using too much force, and glared at him without backing down: "You deserve to be stomped! Who told you to make me angry!"

Su Yun put his foot down, stared at Su Qing's face, which was flushed with anger, and suddenly frowned, his expression becoming somewhat strange.

He stepped forward, cornering Su Qing against the wall, his tone full of suspicion: "Also, who did you learn all these messy words from? 'Living off women,' 'drained dry'... is this something a proper middle school girl should be saying?"

Su Qing felt guilty, and as she tried to dodge his gaze, she saw Su Yun suddenly lean in, his pitch-black eyes staring fixedly at her as if trying to see through her Soul.

"And..."

Su Yun rubbed his chin, looking her over thoughtfully, and spoke slowly.

"Why does the more I listen, the more wrong it feels. The tone, expression, and even the words you used to curse just now, how are they exactly the same as that crazy shorty who wanted to kill me today?"

"It's like you were cut from the same mold of arrogance! Especially that mad dog energy of wanting to bite people. You wouldn't happen to... know that psychopathic shorty, would you?"

"!!!"

Su Qing's pupils shook instantly, and her heart skipped a beat.

She had been cursing too fluently just now and had completely let herself go.

It's over, it's over. Although this bastard brother of hers usually didn't have a serious bone in his body, his brain worked incredibly fast.

If he really figured out that she was that "Dark Blade," how could she ever hold her head up at home again?

Wouldn't she be mocked by him three times a day for being a shorty who got beaten until her head was full of lumps?!

Thinking of that extremely socially awkward scene, the rage in Su Qing's heart was instantly extinguished like a bucket of ice water.

Her flushed face softened at a speed visible to the naked eye, her originally fierce gaze instantly became evasive, and even her voice dropped by eight octaves.

"Who... who knows any shorty!"

Su Qing retorted stammeringly, completely lacking confidence.

She abruptly let go of Su Yun's arm, stepped back half a step like a quail that had done something wrong, and twisted her hands together awkwardly.

"I... those words, I learned them while surfing the internet! Everyone on the internet talks like that now!"

The more Su Qing spoke, the more guilty she felt, and finally, she simply lowered her head.

Looking at the clear circle of saliva and tooth marks on the sleeve of Su Yun's hoodie, Su Qing swallowed, and very reluctantly squeezed out a sentence as quiet as a mosquito.

"Uh... Brother, I was just seeing you being smug earlier and got angry in the moment."

She extended her small hand, trying to curry favor by rubbing the arm she had just bitten, her tone completely softening: "I'm sorry... I was wrong, okay? You're a big person, don't hold it against me..."

Watching his sister, who was usually like a little tigress, suddenly chicken out in seconds just to protect her secret identity, Su Yun was absolutely delighted inside.

But on the surface, he remained calm, let out a cold snort, and said: "You're sensible enough, now hurry up and get the keys to open the door!"