Chapter Fifty: Insulting Our Nation’s Name—Even Royalty Will Be Punished!

John, as strong as an ox, was tossed to the ground like a sheet of paper, his head crashing heavily onto the floor in a scene too brutal to witness.

It all happened so quickly that everyone blinked in disbelief, unable to process what had taken place. Only Mark seemed to catch a glimpse of something—his steps came to a steady halt a dozen meters away from Lin Peipei, and he made no move to come closer.

"Where have you been?" Lin Peipei was frantic.

She had been searching for Qin Mu all over the place, but he was nowhere to be found.

"I just woke up," Qin Mu replied truthfully.

When he had seen this group outside the window earlier, he sensed trouble, but hadn't thought much of it. Now, it seemed matters had escalated far beyond his expectations.

Lin Peipei leaned in close, whispering into Qin Mu's ear as she recounted the vile acts Mark and his companions had committed just moments ago. The more she spoke, the darker Mark's expression became.

Soon, her account was finished. Qin Mu pulled over a chair and sat down.

"Do you hate him?" Qin Mu pointed at Mark, who stood not far away.

"Very much!" Lin Peipei made no attempt to hide her feelings.

He had spoken to her with blatant disrespect and had insulted their country again and again. She wished she could punch Mark herself.

"Would you like to hit him?" Qin Mu asked next.

"I would!" Lin Peipei was forthright by nature; she answered every question as it came.

Qin Mu nodded, gave her a gentle push, and sent the unsuspecting Lin Peipei straight toward Mark.

"If you trust me, go over and punch him—smash that foul mouth of his!"

"Huh?" Lin Peipei hadn't even processed what was happening.

The others were dumbfounded.

What did this mean?

He wanted a delicate girl to take on Mark?

Had he lost his mind?

Hearing Qin Mu's words, Mark was immediately relieved.

"Spinelessness is etched into the bones of people like you! Decades ago, it was the same! And so it is now! Even such despicable things are within your reach!"

He had seen Qin Mu take down John just now, though not clearly—he knew that move was no ordinary feat and had chosen to watch and wait.

But now, seeing Qin Mu sit down so calmly and then send a girl to confront him—this was a farce beyond belief!

"Come now, lovely princess. You see the ugly face of this man for yourself. Why not come into my arms? I’ll show you what a real man is."

"Hit me all you want; it’s just a kitten scratching me. But however hard you hit, I’ll return the favor with equal force tonight!"

Mark laughed, jeering, and continued to taunt Lin Peipei.

Lin Peipei had meant to ask for clarification, but hearing Mark’s lewd words, she lost all restraint, shut her eyes, and swung her fist.

Mark spread his arms, ready to take the blow with ease.

But in the next instant, his whole body froze, hairs standing on end—a chilling gaze, like death itself, bore down on him. He was powerless to defend himself.

Bang!

In that heartbeat, Lin Peipei's fist crashed into his face, sending Mark sprawling to the ground.

"Wha—what happened?"

Mark was stunned. His mind was utterly blank.

At that moment, it felt as if he’d been scared witless, unable to react; all his years of hard training evaporated, and Lin Peipei floored him with a single punch.

"Not hard enough. Aim for the bridge of the nose—that's where the pressure points are," Qin Mu instructed.

"Got it!"

Lin Peipei straightened, locked in on her target, and struck again.

This time, Mark was fully prepared. He held his breath, bracing himself.

But as her fist drew near, the same terror seized him once more, overwhelming all thought of counterattack.

Bang!

Another blow landed squarely on Mark’s face.

This punch was fierce and heavy, smashing his nose askew and leaving his eyes swollen and bruised.

"What the hell—who’s behind this?!"

To everyone watching, Mark looked like a raving fool, yelling at thin air.

Yet Lin Peipei’s two punches were astonishing. Neither Li Dong nor Scar Tiger had managed to so much as injure Mark before, but Lin Peipei’s seemingly frail fists had done it.

What strange sorcery was this?

"We’re not finished yet!"

Lin Peipei raised her fist, ready to strike again.

But this time, Mark, his face twisted with rage, leapt to his feet, energy surging through him. He lunged to seize Lin Peipei by the throat.

"You wretched woman! How dare you strike me! I’ll see you ruined!"

In the code of gentlemanly conduct instilled by his family, to lay a hand on a woman was the greatest shame of all.

But Mark cared nothing for that now. He couldn’t swallow his pride or endure the humiliation of being pummeled by a woman.

He lashed out with a vicious hand, but before he could touch Lin Peipei, his wrist was seized in an unyielding grip.

Mark tried to turn and retaliate, but the opponent’s fist accelerated impossibly, crashing into his face with unthinkable speed.

Crunch!

His cheekbone shattered completely.

Only when Mark collapsed did Lin Peipei realize that at some point, Qin Mu had appeared right beside her.