From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

That night, all was calm.

The excitement for Jin Bolai had just begun.

“Lynn, you’d better go check it out, that turtle bastard Wang Quan is causing trouble again.”

The sleeping youngster in the corner opened his eyes and suppressed the resentment in his gaze. He stood up and said, “This bastard won’t let up until I beat him up.”

As the youngster came out, the people around him shouted, “Lynn.”

On the other side, a fat man with big ears sat in a chair, arrogantly crossed his legs, smoked a pipe, and had seven or eight people behind him.

Seeing the youngster come out, he pointed at him and scolded, “Lynn, you dog-like thing. Last time I was nearly killed by you. Today I brought help. Just wait for me to beg for mercy.”

The youngster spat on his face, “Only cowards can’t win fights and call for backup. Try me one-on-one.”

The youngster brandished his fists as he spoke.

Wang Quan shivered instinctively, as if he could still see the scene of being beaten last time.

Hiss, why does my butt hurt again?

Wang Quan angrily scolded, “Don’t get too cocky. You just wait. Everyone, attack him! Whoever beats this kid to the ground gets a reward.”

The people behind him swarmed forward.

The youngster waved his hand, stopping his itching-to-fight brothers from joining, “I’ll do it myself, you all stay back.”

Everyone retreated one step and formed a circle.

Wang Quan shifted into a comfortable position, ready to watch the youngster take a beating in various ways.

However, to his surprise, this skinny kid had an unexplainable strength and agility like a monkey. In the circle of people, he dodged here and there, not only gaining no advantage but also suffering some losses.

Wang Quan spat out his pipe, stood up and instructed, “Go left, go left… Hit him in the armpit, a bunch of c* * *s ”

The youngster clapped his hands, smiling at Wang Quan, “Now, it’s your turn.”

Several people were lying horizontally and vertically beside the youngster’s feet, howling in pain, and the brothers behind cheered excitedly, “Lynn is invincible!”

Wang Quan exclaimed in horror, “How… how did you improve so much? Did you secretly get a master?”

The youngster raised an eyebrow, “How do you know?”

Really? Wang Quan swallowed his saliva, “Who… who did you pledge to?”

He’s made such improvements; the master must be formidable. He also wanted to pledge to him and not let this kid steal all the limelight.

The youngster shook his head, “If I tell you, you’ll be scared. You wouldn’t dare to even with ten times the courage.”

Wang Quan sneered, “You’re just bluffing.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you, my master is Xi Yu.”

“What? Xi Yu?” The name was familiar to everyone present, having recently become well-known. He challenged the Zhuque Hall alone, striking down many with ease.

More importantly, he was quite mysterious, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Meeting him was mostly a matter of luck.

Wang Quan’s legs trembled as he cursed, “What are you boasting about? Xi Yu accepting you as his apprentice? Don’t you see your own f* *king self…?”

It can’t be true, can it? Master Xiao highly regarded Xi Yu. If he had truly accepted Lynn as his apprentice, wouldn’t he be courting death right now?

“Don’t believe it if you don’t want to. You’re not worthy of me proving it to you. Just get lost.” Lynn waved impatiently.

Wang Quan quickly came up with an idea, “Alright, isn’t your master very powerful? Then he must attend this year’s martial arts competition, or he’s a coward, and you’re his cowardly apprentice.”

Lynn rolled his eyes, “Foolish grandson, just wait and see.”

Lynn was none other than Zhu Shaodan, who had left The Zhus for over two months. He never regretted his choice and believed that he was now living the life he wanted.

After Wang Quan left, his lackeys also hobbled away. Huang Mao came over and asked, “Lynn, did you really pledge Xi Yu as your Master?” Here people don’t look up to age; they look up to strength.

Xi Yu was a powerful figure; everyone respected him.

But this youngster secretly pledged to Xi Yu? What kind of dumb luck did he have?

Zhu Shaodan scratched his head, “It’s strange for me too. Maybe my Master saw me as sensible and cute. But don’t mention it; my Master is really amazing. He casually taught me a few moves which benefited me greatly.”

Zhu Shaodan thought of something and asked, “What is the martial arts competition?”

Huang Mao explained, “The martial arts competition is an annual tradition of the Qinglong Association, which originated 14 years ago with Yu Jiang, the most powerful figure in the history of the Qinglong Association and Master Wen’s trusted aide.” He lowered his voice and cautiously swept his gaze around..