942: Chapter 4 Su Ang_2 942: Chapter 4 Su Ang_2 “Stop it!” Zeng Fanghai urged, his eyelids twitching slightly.
He knew he had co up against a tough opponent, especially after seeing Tang Zheng draw a samurai sword and slice through his Light Defense Shield.
He knew he was outmatched.”
“Richie Rich, eh?” Lin Chen imdiately ceased his attack.
Continuing to fight would only bring him humiliation.
“Hmph, coward.” Su Ang sneered and teleported behind Tang Zheng.
As he adjusted, she teleported again.
Each ti she appeared, she would open fire with her Heavy Magnetostorm Rifle, unleashing a barrage of bullets, all of which, unfortunately, were blocked by the Beetle Shield.
“Enough, don’t you think?” Tang Zheng didn’t make a move.
After the two underlings withdrew from the fight, the three female Musketeers restrained Su Ang.
After all, they were agility-based heroes and had an advantage in this aspect.
“Damn it, this is infuriating.” Incapable of defeating Tang Zheng, Su Ang felt humiliated.
She burst into her second order and released her ability.
Ten black spheres with a radius of one ter appeared out of thin air and shot electrically towards Tang Zheng.
Tang Zheng wanted to retreat, but his body shuddered as if he were trapped in a muddy swamp, while the Dark Balls penetrated the SS-level shield seamlessly, about to hit him.
“This is bad.” Tang Zheng instantly entered the second order and got up to dodge, then narrowed his eyes, wanting to test the girl’s ability and its effects.
Alizeh, acting as the at Shield, stood in front of him.
One of her arms vanished upon contact with a Dark Ball, causing Tang Zheng to focus his gaze before instructing the Musketeers to probe again.
“Where did her hand go?
Can it be returned?” Tang Zheng believed this ability was controllable; otherwise, if Su Ang had hurt her own hero, there would have been at least so change in her expression.
“Hmph, I’ve set my sights on your kidneys!” Su Ang launched another Dark Ball, and her whip lashed out like a venomous snake, attempting a stealth attack.
Without having tested Su Ang’s teleportation interval, Tang Zheng didn’t want to play gas anymore.
He deliberately exposed a weakness.
Su Ang was delighted, sensing an opportunity to attack, but in the next second, the three female Musketeers coordinated their position, forcing Su Ang to teleport and dodge.
“That was close; I knew it all along.” Su Ang patted her chest, still laughing, but the next mont, a clone of Tang Zheng appeared behind her, holding her neck and restraining her wrists, followed by three gun muzzles pressed against her forehead.
“Stop struggling, or I’ll blow your head off,” Tang Zheng warned Su Ang, pointing his Devil Fla Pistol at Lin Chen, who imdiately raised his hands to show he posed no threat, “Can we talk?
Ah ng ans no harm.”
“Pah, I do an harm.” Su Ang, defiant as ever, was preparing to burst into her third order but was cut short when the clone punched her in the stomach.
Although she wore protective clothing, the blow was painful enough to make her double over.
“I’ve no interest in being gallant.
Give the list,” Tang Zheng warned again.
In this kind of fight, it was clear that neither side had revealed their trump cards, but to do so would turn the skirmish into a fight to the death.
“Stinking man, let go of ,” Su Ang struggled.
Tang Zheng snapped his fingers, and the clone released the girl.
“Hmph, here.” Su Ang pulled out a storage card, threw it on the ground, and fiercely stomped on it several tis, then walked away with her chin held high, looking prideful.
Tang Zheng chuckled; he wasn’t one to quarrel with children.
The female Musketeer picked up the storage card, inserted it into the Wristwatch, and a virtual screen popped up showing the information of various Conquerors.
Tang Zheng’s na was on it, albeit towards the bottom of the list.
“Ha, it turns out this city has five fourth-order Burst Seed Conquerors.
Pretty impressive.” The introductions were basic, just avatars and order levels, and the intelligence might already be a few days old, considering a single fight could have already eliminated many combatants.
After leaving the sports arena, a bored Tang Zheng was about to seek out Qin Yan and company when he suddenly received a call from Xu Biyun.
“Brother Tang, what are you up to?” Xu Biyun’s voice carried impatience, indicating she was encountering so troubles.
“Shopping!” Tang Zheng waved his hand to halt a taxi, “What’s up?”
“Co to Jing’an Teahouse.”
Xu Biyun finished speaking and hung up the phone, leaving Tang Zheng baffled.
However, twenty minutes later, he still rushed over.
The teahouse had a fresh and elegant style.
In the lobby, there stood a one-ter-tall vase filled with green bamboo, lush and dripping, obviously well-cared for.
“Sir, how many?” the waiter asked with a discreet smile.
“I’m looking for soone, Ting Yu Xiao Zhu!” Tang Zheng reported the room Biyun had inford him of.
“Right this way.”
It was Tang Zheng’s first ti here.
As he went up to the third floor, he was greeted by the fragrance of tea.
Each private room’s doorfra was adorned with a plaque inscribed with the handwriting of famous artists.
Upon entering, inside the room, a woman nearing forty was engaging in witty conversation, energizing the atmosphere.
Beside her sat a very cheerful man, dressed in a fitting suit, smiling from ear to ear.
“Aunt Rong, I heard that one a few days ago; it had the colleagues in the office laughing so hard they nearly needed hospitalization.
If you were to tell it, they’d probably end up actually in the hospital,” the man chid in with Aunt Rong, his eyes, however, roaming over Xu Biyun’s cheeks.
The gar girl was beautiful, pretty, and her figure was even more towering, well over one ter seventy, and aside from being flat-chested, she was basically a beauty in the making; moreover, that brisk heroism about her was very charming.
The man took one look and fell for her—the refreshing type of girl was just his cup of tea.
Unfortunately, Xu Biyun felt nothing, sitting on the side, engrossed in her handheld ga console.
Having experienced the Trojan Horse Ga, she really couldn’t care less about average n.
She wasn’t asking for soone on par with Tang Zheng and Dantai, but at the very least, they shouldn’t be too far off.
“Brother, you’re here!” Xu Biyun saw Tang Zheng and imdiately stood up, rushing over with joy written all over her face.
The man thought a rival in love had arrived, but seeing the way Xu Biyun and Tang Zheng looked at each other, he realized there was no romantic relationship between them.
After all, he was a seasoned player in the ga of love, and he had the discernnt to tell.
So, he quickly rose to greet Tang Zheng.
“Little Yun, who is this?” Aunt Rong, upon seeing Tang Zheng, her eyes lit up.
There was an indescribable silence and restraint about the man’s temperant, and the angular features of his face were strikingly firm.
Standing there, he exuded an aura that defied words.
“Tang Zheng, my sworn brother.
Aunt Rong, what do you think?
Handso, right?” Xu Biyun boasted with pride, pulling his arm and leading him to the round table, “Let’s get acquainted.
This is Aunt Rong, she owns a beauty salon; my mom is a regular custor there.”
“I’ll take the liberty of calling you Little Tang,” said Aunt Rong, her face beaming as she extended her hand.
Though older, the woman was well-preserved, a light makeup skillfully concealing the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, especially her pair of light red, plump lips, which looked very sexy.
A proper outfit also accentuated her mature charm.
This was a woman who knew how to enjoy life!
“Aunt Rong!” Tang Zheng would of course not be impolite and took the woman’s hand.
The mont their fingertips touched, Aunt Rong felt a tingling current that almost made her involuntarily shiver.
His hand was long and strong, warm and hearty, stirring in her an unwillingness to let go.
Xu Biyun chuckled at Aunt Rong’s reaction, feeling vindicated from within.
This woman always tried to set her up with dates, causing her mother to nag her endlessly.
Now, she had finally gotten so revenge.
But Tang Zheng’s charm was indeed invincible—he was absolutely lethal for mature won.
Understanding Aunt Rong’s situation, Xu Biyun knew the divorced woman had a child and lived a comfortable life, spending her days gossiping with a few intimate friends, shopping, and of late, she had taken a liking to matchmaking.
Presenting Brother Tang might give her a chance to relive the feelings of being in love, and Biyun herself could finally get so peace from the persistent matchmaking.
“Aunt Rong, my brother is single now.
If you have any thoughts, you better seize the opportunity.
And by the way, he likes won older than himself,” Xu Biyun teased with a smirk fit for a fox who had succeeded in its theft.
“You little minx, what nonsense are you speaking?” A rare blush adorned Aunt Rong’s cheeks.
The man on the blind date chuckled dryly but felt utterly overlooked inside.
“Biyun, don’t joke around,” said Tang Zheng, thinking Biyun was just being her usual forthright self.
But when he saw Aunt Rong’s look, he was startled—could she actually be serious?
(“To be continued.
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