Hello Mr. King

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Yun Xiangxiang was shocked at that display, and she looked carefully at her tender fists.

A big, warm hand covered her petite one. “Your strength is still weak, so you can’t kill someone who has trained in martial arts.”

Yun Xiangxiang might be fast and had excellent reflexes, but that was because she had a good balance, and she had a flexible body from the jiu jitsu training she underwent.

She felt she was getting stronger, but that was only compared to her past self. It had not even been a year since she started training in Tai Chi, so that she couldn’t be too strong.

“Hmph, don’t underestimate me. One day I will knock you out in one punch,” Yun Xiangxiang vowed.

Song Qian gave Yun Xiangxiang a thumbs up. “That’s ambitious.”

“Xiangxiang, do you want to see how long you need to knock him out with your current strength?” Qi Jun fanned the flames mischievously.

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He didn’t expect Song Mian to be this much of a hiberdater. He initially thought it was just a simple example, but Song Mian knocked him out for real.

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His chest was still throbbing with pain, so he had to take this chance to torture him a bit, or else he wouldn’t have the opportunity anymore.

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He didn’t fool Yun Xiangxiang. She poked Song Mian’s chest. “This right here is as hard as steel. I’m not going to torture myself.

She might have made big claims and had bigger goals, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know where she stood.

With her current strength, if she punched Song Mian, she felt that the possibility of her fingers cracking would rise with the strength she put in.

Song Mian grabbed her wrist and placed her palm on his chest. “No one else can soften this right here other than you and your hand.”

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“Ahem, ahem, ahem…” Qi Jun coughed bitterly. “Internal and external injury detected. Please go back to China.”

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The couple didn’t even care about the singles, and they showed public affection without any hint of embarrassment.

Yun Xiangxiang felt embarrassed first, but when Qi Jun said that, she leaned against Song Mian and smiled sweetly at Qi Jun.

Qi Jun covered his chest and left without speaking anything. He had to go back and lie down for a while, or he could go to Li Xiangling and act pitiful…

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After getting Qi Jun away, Song Mian taught her a couple more tricks to break taekwondo’s powerful kicks.

There was no such thing as too many skills, so he taught her more skills, and coupling that up with Yun Xiangxiang’s flexibility, he thought it would be enough to take down Faye.

Yun Xiangxiang didn’t ask much, since these four tricks alone were already a formidable challenge to master in a day.

Song Qian would be her sparring partner, and she would change up her moves according to how Yun Xiangxiang attacked and broke her attacks.

This was done to train Yun Xiangxiang’s reflexes in all kinds of situations. The skills were constants, but the enemies were variables.

The enemy might not react like how she wanted. Great martial artists either saw through what their enemy was planning from their first move, or they backed them into a spot where the enemy could only react according to what the artist had in mind.

If it was the former, they could still be deceived, but the latter could only be used freely by those who had mastered the art of the fight.

Yun Xiangxiang wasn’t suited for any of the types, but luckily her opponent wasn’t that strong either. Song Qian had shown almost all possible changes that could happen in a fight to her.

“I only realized that one skill can have so many variations now.” Yun Xiangxiang took a rest after training for the whole morning. She was going to have lunch and take a nap before continuing.

She lamented about this to Song Qian, and the latter smiled. “Are you interested in martial arts now?”

But Yun Xiangxiang shook her head decisively. “It’s too hard, and it’s too exhausting. I am not a god of battles. I’ll keep training in jiu jitsu and tai chi.”

It was exciting to become a great fighter like Song Qian, but she needed to see if she could become so.

Putting aside the fact that she had passed the best age of training in martial arts, the amount of work she had now was already mounting, so she didn’t need to add more pressure on herself.

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She probably wouldn’t learn any more skills if her film didn’t ask for it.

Even if her film asked for it, the most she would do was do her best before and during filming.

Just like how she only learned the essence and basics of Shaoxing opera for the parts “Jiu Se” needed.

She threw it behind her after she was done learning it. It wasn’t because she was learning it just for fun, but she was uninterested, and she didn’t have the time and energy to do so.

She would learn it if she came across another script that needed it.

“You are already excellent enough.” After spending more than six months with Yun Xiangxiang, Song Qian acknowledged Yun Xiangxiang’s hard work and wisdom.

“Ah!” When Yun Xiangxiang was about to say something, Song Meng’s shrill, excited scream interrupted her.

As there was no fear in her scream, Yun Xiangxiang and Song Qian looked at each other before slowly going toward her.

“Come and have a look, Xiangxiang. This is retribution.” Song Meng ran over with an iPad in her hands. “Someone stole something from Cardi Building, and it’s said that they are suffering heavy losses.”

Yun Xiangxiang watched the video on the iPad. There were not too many scenes on it, but her and Song Mian caused most of the scenes’ wreckage.

She took the iPad over and exited the video website to find out that the Cardi Building’s theft took up all the headlines of France’s news today, and all media outlets were reporting this.

Some of them were even posted for a few hours now, and she doubted something. Did Eric call the cops already?

Yun Xiangxiang went to look for Song Mian with this question in her mind, and when she found him, he had just ended a call.

“Did you see the news?” Yun Xiangxiang was slightly worried.

“You mean the news about the theft of Cardi Building?” Song Mian asked.

Yun Xiangxiang nodded. “Eric called the cops, and the whole of Paris or even France knows about it.”

“He didn’t call the police.” Song Mian smiled. “I did.”

Yun Xiangxiang’s eyes widened. “You did?! But why?”

Is he trying to get himself arrested? Even if we left no traces, this was too audacious.

“Cardi Group’s stock prices took a dip today.” Song Mian pushed the stock data on the computer toward Yun Xiangxiang for her to see.

“Why?” Yun Xiangxiang was shocked at the nosedive the stock took in mere hours.

“Crisis of confidence…” Song Mian smiled and opened another page of the news.

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This was a story Yun Xiangxiang didn’t see, or maybe Eric had already erased this news with his power.

The headline roughly sent this message: Cardi’s golden diamond is stolen. The so-called strongest security system is just a joke.

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There was a picture of the glass shattered by Song Mian.

Yun Xiangxiang understood what was happening now. This piece of negative news caused the dip of the stock prices.

Now that the golden diamond was so easily stolen, Cardi was in a predicament. Since the stockholders didn’t want to shoulder the risk, they sold it in bulk, causing the plummeting price.

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Cardi Group wasn’t the only affected; the stocks of other listed companies that belonged to Cardi were also affected, but not as much.

Eric was probably overwhelmed at this moment…