Chapter 33: Violent Foreigner

Chapter 33: Violent Foreigner

"Hmm."

Faced with Zhang Deyuan's attempt to strike up a conversation, Ivanova responded with a grunt and said nothing more. She was very shrewd and had long since realized Zhang Deyuan's intentions.

"You haven't been in Feiyun City for long, right? You must not know your way around. How about I take you for a ride on my bike to the riverside to catch some breeze? What do you say?" Zhang Deyuan continued, completely failing to notice that Ivanova had absolutely no interest in him.

"Not interested," Ivanova said coldly. She then prepared to leave on her motorcycle, not giving Zhang Deyuan even a shred of Face just because he was the manager of The Bar.

"Little sister, you are fully ripe; it's impossible that you have no interest in men." Zhang Deyuan blocked the front of Ivanova's motorcycle with a wicked smile on his Face. His eyes wandered restlessly, sweeping over Ivanova's towering chest and long, slender legs from time to time. One could even hear the sound of his throat swallowing saliva.

"Whether I am ripe or not is none of your business. Move," Ivanova's expression changed, and she said coldly.

"Little sister, don't pretend. I know you foreign women are very open-minded, and I am an open-minded person too. Let's not hide things; let's be direct. I want to take you to a hotel for a room!"

Zhang Deyuan said, lacking any sense of propriety. He truly believed that foreign women were very casual and would sleep with any kind of man.

"Screw your sister!"

Upon hearing the words about getting a room, Ivanova was instantly enraged. She stopped the motorcycle, cursed, and leaped off the bike. She used a technique similar to Qin Na and lunged to grab Zhang Deyuan by the chest. When she cursed in Chinese, it was even more authentic than a native Chinese girl!

Ivanova's moves captured the essence of being fast, ruthless, and accurate.

Zhang Deyuan, that toad lusting after swan meat, never expected this foreign girl to be so fierce. Before he could react, his collar was grabbed by Ivanova.

"Little sister, are you trying to ravish me?"

Zhang Deyuan still hadn't realized that tragedy was about to befall him; he was still grinning. His lecherous hands were preparing to touch Ivanova's Face, thinking that as a grown man, he couldn't possibly be flipped over by a foreign girl.

But in that instant, he was shocked to discover that his feet had actually left the ground.

A Judo black belt was no joke. In her rage, Ivanova performed a shoulder throw, easily tossing Zhang Deyuan, who weighed about seventy-five kilograms, and slamming him onto the ground.

"Ouch, beauty, don't be so brutal, alright? I said the wrong thing, please don't hit me anymore." Zhang Deyuan's butt felt like it was about to be split in two. Realizing this foreign girl was not to be trifled with, he immediately begged for mercy.

"Brutal your sister!"

Ivanova stepped on Zhang Deyuan's stomach. She was wearing high heels. This time, Zhang Deyuan finally couldn't hold it in and screamed like a slaughtered pig.

But Ivanova's actions didn't stop. Her other foot stepped onto Zhang Deyuan's Face. She stepped on it once, and seemingly unsatisfied, stomped several more times.

Needless to say, Zhang Deyuan was disfigured; his Face became covered in blue and purple bruises. Fortunately, Ivanova's footwork was very precise, avoiding his eyes; otherwise, his eyeballs would have been crushed.

After stomping on him, Ivanova didn't care whether Zhang Deyuan was dead or alive, got on her motorcycle, and sped away.

A long while later, Zhang Deyuan, who had been taught a harsh lesson, slowly crawled up from the ground. He touched his Face and shivered in pain.

"Ivanova, you dare to hit me? I'm going to keep pestering you. No matter what, I will get my hands on you. When I have you pinned under me, let's see how you beg for mercy."

A sinister look appeared on Zhang Deyuan's Face.

…

A dozen minutes later, Ivanova arrived at the banks of the Long River on her motorcycle.

The Long River is a branch of the Yangtze River, flowing through Dianxi Province, rushing eastward into the sea. With the development of the city, the government had invested heavily in both banks of the Long River, building a riverside scenic belt. On hot summer nights, this was undoubtedly a great place to cool off.

It was almost 2:30 AM. There was almost no one by the Long River. Ivanova took out her phone and called Zhou Lang.

The call went through quickly.

"Zhou Lang, where are you? You didn't forget our appointment tonight, did you? I'm waiting to spar with you; breaking an appointment isn't gentlemanly, you know." Ivanova said coquettishly. Compared to when she was violently beating Zhang Deyuan, she was like a completely different person.

"I just came out of Boss Li's place. I don't have a car, and in the middle of the night, it takes a long time to hail a taxi," Zhou Lang said on the phone. "Where are you? I'll have the taxi driver come directly to you."

"By the Long River," Ivanova said.

…

Ten minutes later, Zhou Lang found Ivanova.

Earlier, he and Li Mengxue had eaten some late-night snacks outside before taking Li Mengxue back to the Villa, which was why he was delayed for so long.

Li Mengxue actually didn't want Zhou Lang to leave, but remembering how she was drunk last night and the two of them were alone in the same room, she realized it was somewhat inappropriate to let Zhou Lang stay the night, so she let him go.

Seeing the foreign girl, Ivanova, under the night sky and streetlights, Zhou Lang's eyes couldn't help but light up.

At this moment, Ivanova was no longer wearing the outfit she wore to work at The Bar. She had changed into a new attire: a simple white T-shirt, black hot pants, and a pair of high heels.

Although she was dressed very simply, this only highlighted Ivanova's great figure and sexiness. One had to know that her perky chest and fair, slender legs were very impactful to any man, not to mention that Zhou Lang had danced close with Ivanova in a cramped changing room, so his heartbeat instantly accelerated.

"You're finally here, Super Bodyguard."

Ivanova smiled. "I really envy Boss Li for having you to protect her. Earlier, that guy Zhang Deyuan wanted to hit on me, and I wanted to get rid of his pestering, but no one helped me."

"Then how did you get rid of him?" Zhou Lang asked. He felt that Zhang Deyuan was pushing forty, had a wife and children, and yet still wanted to come out to pick up girls; it was truly shameless.

"Force," Ivanova raised her Fist and smiled. "Of course, I don't really like violence; I just gave him a little lesson."

"It seems you have the ability to protect yourself," Zhou Lang said. He could sense that Ivanova treated him differently than her other colleagues at The Bar.

"But women are born needing the protection of men. Teaching a toad a lesson oneself versus having a protector do it—for a woman, those are completely different feelings."

Ivanova smiled.

"Women really are strange creatures," Zhou Lang thought, smiling without saying anything.

"What kind of martial arts do you practice?" Ivanova didn't continue on that topic and switched to asking this.

"Of course, it's Chinese martial arts," Zhou Lang replied. In order to vindicate Chinese martial arts, he could spar with Ivanova, but he would not reveal his identity as a Cultivator.

"Besides bartending, I like practicing combat. I can tell that you are very confident in your martial arts, while my compatriots always say that Chinese martial arts are just flowery Fists and embroidered legs. I want to know what the truth is, which is why I'm asking to spar with you," Ivanova said directly. "Can we start now?"

Ivanova said, striking a fighting stance. She felt that Zhou Lang was extraordinary, but she didn't believe that Zhou Lang was some kind of expert, so she wanted to test him.

"Come on, but since you are wearing high heels, it doesn't seem very convenient," Zhou Lang said, but he didn't move, still standing there very casually.

"I'll just take off my shoes."

Ivanova instantly kicked off her high heels and stood barefoot, starting to circle slowly around Zhou Lang. Zhou Lang hadn't set up any offensive or defensive posture at all, and for a moment, she didn't dare to make the first move.

"I will only use one hand. If you defeat me, then your compatriots were not wrong," Zhou Lang smiled slightly, gesturing for Ivanova to attack.

"Zhou Lang, I am a black belt after all. You are looking down on me too much," Ivanova said with slight anger. "I'm attacking."

Having said that, her figure flashed, and she lunged toward Zhou Lang, as fast as a leopard. She seemed to sense that Zhou Lang was somewhat powerful, so her moves were much faster than when she violently beat Zhang Deyuan earlier.

Ivanova practiced Judo. Judo is actually about Qin Na first, then throwing the opponent to the ground, and subsequently defeating the opponent. Therefore, when she initiated an attack, it was often close-quarters Qin Na from the start.

Zhou Lang tilted his body slightly and avoided Ivanova's attack.

Ivanova attacked again, her movements even more fierce, but Zhou Lang still avoided them calmly.

At this point, Ivanova's doubts began to fade. Just based on this performance, Zhou Lang was already an expert, because an average person simply couldn't avoid her Qin Na techniques.

But she was also someone who didn't believe in evil, and she used all her strength to try to capture Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang, however, was calm and composed. He closed his eyes, relying entirely on his senses to avoid Ivanova's attacks. Since becoming a Cultivator at the Qi Refinement Stage, his sensory abilities had become very powerful. As soon as Ivanova moved, even the slightest change in the airflow around her could be sensed by him.

Therefore, even with his eyes closed, Ivanova still couldn't touch the hem of Zhou Lang's clothes.

"I'm not playing anymore, you're bullying me!" After more than twenty moves, Ivanova stopped attacking, pouting as if she had been greatly wronged.

"I haven't even made a move yet, how is that bullying?"

Zhou Lang smiled. In fact, Ivanova's Judo black belt was not a fake; judging from the angle and speed of her attacks, she had definitely received professional training.

"Judo's main technique is close-range throwing. If I can't even grab you, how am I supposed to throw you? If this isn't bullying, then what is?" Ivanova said. Women are always unreasonable, and foreign women are no exception.

"Fine, then I'll let you throw me. If you can throw me, then you win," Zhou Lang said.

"Really? If I win, you must unconditionally agree to one thing for me!" Ivanova said, half-believing and half-doubting.

"A gentleman's word is as good as gold," Zhou Lang nodded. He didn't even ask what he would have to agree to if he lost.

"Here I come!"

Ivanova was overjoyed. She rushed to Zhou Lang's side, grabbed his collar and arm, and prepared to perform a shoulder throw.

Ivanova was not weak, but she couldn't compare to the strength of even one of Zhou Lang's fingers. Therefore, no matter how hard Ivanova tried, Zhou Lang remained motionless.

Ivanova tilted her body slightly, thrusting her hips against Zhou Lang and using the strength of her waist to exert force, which would allow her to use all her strength.

With this move, her perky, elastic buttocks pressed right against a certain part of Zhou Lang.

"So elastic."

Ivanova was only wearing hot pants. With such contact, Zhou Lang immediately felt it, and his mind couldn't help but waver.

But Ivanova didn't seem to notice; she continued to press against Zhou Lang, exerting force. She even wiggled her perky buttocks, rubbing against a certain part of Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang was no saint; he quickly had a man's normal reaction, and a certain part stood up.