Chapter 1474 The Deadly Little Fist

“No need. There’s no reason to return something that’s been given away. Just let Lucia handle it.”

Ye Bufan stood by, smiling, as if none of this concerned him, showing no intention of stepping forward.

“Coward!”

Seeing his reaction, Omar grew even more disdainful. “Beauty, you need to understand, being with me is much better than being with this pretty boy.”

“Who says so? My little brother is still in good shape, unlike your frail body.”

Lucia walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered, “You should go back. If I were truly your woman, your body wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Being told repeatedly by a woman that he was not in good shape, Omar immediately became displeased.

“Beauty, don’t worry, my body is much stronger than that pretty boy’s. I’ll definitely satisfy you.”

After speaking, he even thumped his strong chest to show how robust he was, then said with a lewd expression.

“Beauty, if you don’t believe me, you can try.”

This guy was truly confident in his body. He had never missed a workout for so many years and had even studied boxing for a period. In terms of strength, he was much stronger than ordinary people.

“Really? Then I’ll have to try.”

Lucia said, raising her right hand, her fair, tender little fist seemingly lightly punching his chest.

No one took that punch seriously, especially Omar himself. He had endured countless ‘little fist punches to the chest’ over the years; it was a typical playful interaction between men and women.

Only Ye Bufan understood what was happening, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Vampire Prince’s physical strength was no less than that of a Body Refining Saint-Grade powerhouse. With that one punch, he would probably be half-dead if not outright killed.

Omar, however, didn't know any of this. A triumphant expression appeared on his face, and he was about to reach out his right hand to pull the woman into his embrace.

But just then, a huge force suddenly came from his chest, as if he had been hit by a speeding train.

Immediately after, his entire body shot out like a cannonball, flying backward over ten meters with a whoosh, crashing with a bang into a large pillar in the jewelry store, and then he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a puff.

At this moment, Omar’s face was filled with horror. He never dreamed that the woman, who seemed so delicate, could deliver a punch with such immense power. This was not playful banter; it was life-threatening.

Everyone else was also startled, especially Ouyang Jing and the other two. No one had expected the perpetually smiling blonde beauty.

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woman to possess such ruthless methods.

Lucia giggled again, “How about that? I told you, your body is simply no good. A light tap and you’re spitting blood. If we were in bed, you’d probably die there.”

In fact, she had already shown mercy. How dare he flirt with a noble Blood Clan Prince? If Ye Bufan and the two red-robed high priests of the Divine Court hadn't been watching nearby, she would have sucked this guy dry.

Omar was practically fuming. At this moment, he realized that this woman had been playing him all along, not only swindling him out of 15 million usd but also beating him to such a state.

As the Young Master of the Fulin Family, when had he ever suffered such a loss?

He leaned against the pillar and stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth. He gritted his teeth and shouted, “Attack! Bring this bitch back to me! After Young Master is done, everyone gets a turn!”

His bodyguards were all normal men, already captivated by Lucia’s charm. Hearing “everyone gets a turn,” they immediately became like roosters on steroids, lunging forward with bared fangs and claws, completely forgetting how terrifying that woman’s punch had just been.

“Seeking death!”

Lucia’s face was still smiling, but a chilling killing intent flashed in her eyes.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

In almost the blink of an eye, all dozen or so bodyguards were sent flying, each with broken bones and ligaments, wailing in agony.

Omar had just gotten to his feet when he saw all his subordinates laid out on the ground, and Lucia, with a radiant smile, was walking towards him.

“Uh…”

Although the woman in front of him was still sexy and smiling radiantly, a chill rose in his heart. He realized that he seemed to have provoked someone he shouldn’t have today.

“Don’t come over here, I’m the Young Master of the Fulin Family…”

Like other spoiled Young Masters, feeling despair, he immediately brought up his family background.

“Didn’t you want me to be your woman? Didn’t you want to roll around in bed with me? How come you look so scared?”

Lucia’s voice was seductive, as if dripping with water, like a lover speaking sweet nothings.

But when she acted, she was anything but ambiguous. She grabbed Omar by the hair and slammed his head fiercely into the nearby glass counter.

With a crash, the glass counter shattered, and Omar’s face was covered in blood, stained with shards of glass.

“Ah!”

The others were somewhat composed, but Ouyang Jing and the two couldn't help but gasp. The contrast Lucia presented was simply too stark for them.

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She was gentle as water and smiling like a flower just moments before, but when she acted, she showed no hesitation, truly more ruthless than any man.

They had no idea that if so many people weren't watching, Omar's fate would be ten times more miserable than it was now.

In Lucia's eyes, the dignity of a noble Vampire Prince absolutely could not be offended by these mundane people.

Ouyang Jing couldn't help but recall what Ye Bufan had said earlier: her older brother told her to stay away from this woman, or she might be led astray.

Now she finally understood the meaning behind those words. This woman was far from as simple as she appeared.

Lucia waved her hand, stuffing the blood-soaked Omar into a nearby trash can. Then she took out a tissue to wipe her hands, and as if nothing had happened, she said cheerfully to everyone, “Alright, let’s go.”

The nearby waiters and security guards were completely terrified; no one dared to step forward and stop them.

Everyone left the jewelry store and walked around for a while longer before returning to the hotel to rest.

Inside the hotel, Zhang Haibo opened his eyes, and before him was Big Beard’s large face, full of a mischievous grin, “My little darling, I never thought you’d come back to me so soon.”

Feeling the intense pain from behind, Zhang Haibo was practically going crazy. Once was almost enough to kill him; how could there be two times a day?

At the same time, a piercing scream came from nearby, “Who are you? Are you trying to die?”

The one shouting was Kukoc. As the Young Master of the Du Bang Family, he never dreamed that he would one day fall into the hands of these gays.

The pain all over his body and the tearing sensation there told him that he must have been ravaged more than once.

“Darling, didn’t you come to us yourself? And you’re still asking who we are.”

The Bald man leered, pulling Kukoc into his arms.

“Let me go! Do you know who I am, woo…”

Kukoc originally wanted to reveal his identity to intimidate the other party, but before he could finish, a large mouth pressed against his, sealing his lips tightly.

At the same time, another strong body embraced him from behind.

He tried to resist desperately, but unfortunately, having lived a pampered life, he was no match for them and was held down firmly by the two men.

Immediately after, another sharp pain came from behind him. Two lines of hot tears streamed down Kukoc’s face. He felt boundless anger, grievance, and even the desire to die.

He had originally been determined to get Lu Banxia into bed, but he never expected to be the one put into bed.