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Su Qiuge said, “Little brother, can you let me go in to find someone? I’ll be quick.”

The drowsy man waved his large hands, “Go ——”

Then his head fell on the table and before long, he was snoring again.

Su Qiuge: “…….”

Did this person understand what she said?

Su Qiuge thought for a moment and still decided to enter.

The internet cafe was very big.
There were probably several rooms.

As soon as Su Qiuge entered, she felt that the air-conditioning was on too high and there was a heavy smell of smoke in the air.

A few people who were smoking at the door saw a little girl in a pink sweater with a ponytail come in.
She appeared bright and beautiful.
They were a little surprised and exchanged glances before walking towards Su Qiuge with bad intentions in mind.

Su Qiuge only took a few steps before she was stopped by these people.
One of them had a mohawk and whistled at her, “Little sister, did you come to play?”

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Su Qiuge thought for a moment, “I’m here to look for someone called Su Yuanzhou.
Do you know him?”

The mohawk man smiled dryly and walked up to touch her cheek, “Why are you looking for him? Big Brother can take you to play.”

But before that hand could touch her face, she grabbed his wrist.

When Su Qiuge was in elementary school, her personality was withdrawn and reclusive, like a little cactus.
So the boys and girls in her class liked to bully her.

When she was a child, in order to save face, she never told her teachers or parents.
Plus no one in her family really cared about her, but because she wasn’t one to submit to humiliation, she secretly found people to teach her how to fight and learned some basic fighting skills.

She often fought with those who bullied her.
It was even normal for her to have a black eye or swollen face.

Later, although she learned how to get along with others, she still remembered the past experiences in her heart.

So even though the body has already changed, her subconscious reaction was the same as before.

Su Qiuge pushed aside his hand, “Please move aside, I need to go in to find someone.”

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The man behind the mohawk man smirked, “What if we don’t want to?”

Su Qiuge was silent for a moment and carefully thought about how people in TV series talked in order to appear fierce.

She expressionlessly pulled her pink hood and covered her head, two furry ears appeared on top of her hood.
The girl’s skin was white and she looked especially tender and adorable.

But her stern face seemed to spell four large words, “I’m a fierce person.”

It seems that most fierce people typically called themselves father or grandfather.

Su Qiuge said to him solemnly, “Then don’t blame this father for being impolite.”

The mohawk man and his two friends froze for a moment before they laughed.

The mohawk man grinned cheekily and said, “Oh, little sister, how will you be impolite? Punch my chest with your little fists?”

After he finished speaking, he reached out his hand with his previous intentions of pinching her face.

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But then there was a sudden sharp pain on the wrist of the hand he had reached out with.
The girl squeezed his wrist and took a step closer.
The movement was very fast and before he could change his relaxed attitude ——

She had already arrived in front of him and her knee faced his crotch before it landed heavily.

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“F*CK —— ”

An extremely horrible scream resounded throughout the entire internet cafe instantly and all those who enjoyed trouble and gossip immediately looked towards the source.

There was a young man with a mohawk hairstyle who clutched his crotch and fell to the ground.
He rolled around with a hideous expression.

As everyone looked at this scene, they felt their crotch go cold.

The two slovenly brothers behind the mohawk man had yet to react.

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A tender girl in a pink sweater squatted down and waved her white fist at him.

“Punch your chest with my little fists?”

She took a deep breath with a straight face and gathered all of her strength before she punched the man’s chest.
The mohawk man let out another scream.

Then they heard the girl spoke in a soft and tender voice, she said word by word: “Your father today will teach you what is called ——”

“Strike, with, full, force.”