Although Bi Lou and Joker weren't famous fighters, with abilities that could only be considered average, they were still experienced combatants who had fought in over a hundred matches. Yet she claimed she had used less than ten percent of her power.
This was terrifying.
However, what Su Miao didn't mention was that she was referring to her original body.
Her current body couldn't withstand such intense bursts of power, but a person's abilities are never truly limited by their physical form. Even if there are limitations, they're only temporary.
When Tan Zhuo arrived, Xiao Zeyan was still standing at the entrance of the club, inhaling car exhaust.
"What's the act today?" Tan Zhuo opened the car door. "Are you playing doorman or just enjoying the cold wind?"
Xiao Zeyan snapped back to reality, closing his jaw. "I'm absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, planning to seek enlightenment and become an immortal. Then I'll seal you away."
"Be serious, what are you doing here?" Tan Zhuo got out of the car.
"Just saw Su Miao off. She agreed to cooperate with us."
"She came? She agreed to work with you?"
"Yes, it's a real partnership," Xiao Zeyan said, walking side by side with Tan Zhuo. "She took twenty percent of the shares in my club."
Tan Zhuo stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows furrowing noticeably. "That's a big move, isn't it?"
"It's only twenty percent. The benefits she might bring could far exceed that." If what she had said earlier was true.
"What do you mean?"
Xiao Zeyan recounted everything that had happened to Tan Zhuo, who was left speechless by Su Miao's claims.
Less than ten percent?
Could the gap between people really be that large?
Xiao Zeyan nudged the still-stunned Tan Zhuo. "Do you think she was telling the truth?"
Tan Zhuo shook his head. "I don't know."
Su Miao's skills were indeed impressive, and he couldn't beat her, but whether she was as strong as she claimed remained unknown.
After all, he had never seen her fight seriously.
In her match with Joker, she fought with ease, completely dominating and toying with him.
Her loss in the first round was entirely intentional, deliberately losing to Joker to push the odds to 9:1, allowing her to win more in the end.
Back in the office, Tan Zhuo sat in the chair Su Miao had occupied earlier.
They discussed Wu Shao and Jin Wu, agreeing that revenge was necessary.
Wu Shao's tactic of poaching Xiao Zeyan's people before the match was particularly nasty. As for Jin Wu, despite Yueting's good treatment, he had betrayed them, defecting to Wu Shao, who was at odds with Yueting.
After planning their revenge, Xiao Zeyan reclined in the single sofa. "By the way, there's one more thing. Help me contact a kindergarten."
"Pffft—" Tan Zhuo spat out a mouthful of cold tea, along with a soaked cigarette butt.
Unfortunately, the tea landed directly on Xiao Zeyan's face.
Xiao Zeyan exploded in anger. "Tan Zhuo, what the hell? I ask you to find a kindergarten and you spit tea on me?"
"What are you thinking?"
"It's for Su Miao. Su Miao's son needs to change kindergartens. I've never even slept with anyone, how could I have a son?" Xiao Zeyan thought Tan Zhuo was shocked because he assumed Xiao had a child.
Tan Zhuo spat out the remaining tea in his mouth. "Who the hell puts cigarette butts in tea cups???"
There were quite a few cups on the coffee table, and he hadn't noticed he'd picked up the wrong one.
He didn't expect there to be a cigarette butt inside. It was disgusting.
Xiao Zeyan froze. "..."
He remembered. It was Su Miao who had thrown it in earlier.
Thinking about Tan Zhuo drinking water that had soaked a cigarette butt, Xiao Zeyan burst out laughing. "How was it? Enjoy your cigarette-flavored tea?"
People are like this—when they see others more unfortunate than themselves, they forget their own misfortunes.
A vein throbbed on Tan Zhuo's forehead, his angular face tense with anger, his sharp eyebrows furrowed. "Xiao... Ze... Yan."
He stood up and pressed towards Xiao Zeyan.
"You want to die, huh? How disgusting." He thought Xiao Zeyan had deliberately tricked him.
Xiao Zeyan immediately fought back. "It has nothing to do with me! Su Miao threw it in there."
"Then why didn't you have someone clear it away? You still let me drink it. You're definitely at fault." He pinned Xiao Zeyan down with both hands.
Xiao Zeyan struggled, craning his neck. "I didn't have time."
"You did it on purpose."
"On purpose my ass. Get off me already."
"Apologize and I'll get up."
"Why should I apologize? I didn't throw the cigarette butt in there, and I didn't make you drink it." Xiao Zeyan protested.
"I don't care."
"Hey! How can you be so unreasonable?" The two continued to push and shove.
"I don't care."
Just as they were scuffling, the door opened from the outside. "Young Master Xiao, does Miss Su really want to use the image of a young widow who's been celibate for four years..."
Yan Zhuo stopped mid-step, the unfinished words stuck in his throat.
The three of them froze simultaneously.
Yan Zhuo: Did I come at a bad time?
Xiao Zeyan: His face was completely lost now, being seen pinned down by his subordinate.
Tan Zhuo: Why didn't he knock?
Yan Zhuo recovered first, awkwardly averting his gaze. "You two carry on. I'll come back later."
Xiao Zeyan: !!
Carry on what?
Can't you see your boss is being pinned down? Come and save your boss!!
No situational awareness at all. I'm docking your bonus.
Tan Zhuo: Indeed, we need a moment.
To finish him off.
The door closed.
Xiao Zeyan, furious and defeated, "Get off me right now. It hurts like hell. You've made me lose all face."
"You still have face left?" Tan Zhuo mocked. "Bringing women here every day, what face do you have left to lose?"
With that, he stopped tormenting Xiao Zeyan and slowly got up.
Xiao Zeyan: "..."
Shouldn't changing women every day give him more face?
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Su Miao returned the sports car to Mu Cheng.
"Thanks, I've got to go now. I have things to do." Su Miao took back her electric car keys from Mu Cheng.
Mu Cheng leaned against the sports car, twirling the keys around his finger. He exuded a roguish charm, both handsome and alluring. "Why don't you stay and play for a while?"
He wanted another match.
"I need to go home and cook for my child. No time." Su Miao refused outright.
Mu Cheng persisted, "Why don't you bring your son out? My treat."
He quite liked that kid. The boy had a certain presence.
Though still a child, his way of speaking and behaving wasn't childlike at all. In fact, he resembled Mu Cheng's old man quite a bit.
His father was just like that, always wearing a stern expression.
"Not possible. My son says we need to live healthily, and food outside isn't healthy."
Mu Cheng couldn't help but laugh at her words. "Your son is really just like my old man. They even say the exact same things."
Su Miao kept her head down, her slender white fingertips lightly tapping on her phone screen. Her nails were trimmed neatly and rounded, indescribably beautiful and delicate.
"By the way, why are you delivering food?" Mu Cheng had been wanting to ask this for a while. "You're so good-looking, you could do anything. If push comes to shove, you could even be a livestreamer."
"You're so good at gaming, being a game streamer wouldn't be bad either. You'd definitely become popular."
After sending a message, Su Miao looked up and said, "Not possible."