Just as the two watched for a while and were about to leave hand in hand, a sudden incident occurred.
Not far from them, a white truck suddenly accelerated, swerved, and rushed onto the pavement.
“Watch out!”
“Get out of the way!”
Japanese, English, Chinese, and other shouts rang out one after another.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
In an instant, the truck knocked three people nearby into the air, ran over two others who couldn’t dodge in time, and then, with a “boom,” crashed into a streetlamp.
Another car accident…
The truck stopped just a short distance in front of Lu Zheng and the others, stalled, and a tall, thin young man stepped out.
Then, with a glance, he spotted the group filming the show.
A gleeful smile spread across his face as he pulled two machetes from the truck and charged towards Matsuno Yoko.
“Ahhh!”
“Murderer!”
“Run!”
The crowd scattered like startled birds, the host and staff fleeing in all directions. The cameraman, remarkably dedicated, kept filming while running.
This was firsthand footage, guaranteed to be explosive if aired!
Then everyone saw Matsuno Yoko, frozen in terror, unable to move.
“Yoko!” Yamada Hikoichi shouted, glancing back and pausing.
“Miss Matsuno!” the host yelled, but didn’t dare stop running.
The cameraman zoomed out, capturing the full scene of the young man charging at Matsuno Yoko.
In the frame, Matsuno Yoko’s beautiful but petrified face contrasted with the ordinary-looking young man, grinning happily, wielding two machetes.
It’s over!
Just when everyone thought Matsuno Yoko was doomed, a figure suddenly dashed into the frame.
Flowing long hair, tall stature, slender legs.
A white fitted vest, black pleated suspender skirt, elbow-length red-and-black leather gloves, and thigh-high black stockings.
Tifa!
Tifa appeared beside Matsuno Yoko, shielding her, facing the young man with a twisted smile.
A sidestep! A kick!
“Bang!”
The young man flew back three times faster than he came, airborne, soaring eight metres, landing right by his truck.
“Bang!”
His back hit the truck, paused for about three seconds, then slid down, collapsing to the ground with a trickle of blood from his mouth, clearly suffering internal injuries.
“TIFA!”
“Impossible!”
“Oh my god!”
“Holy crap!”
Tifa retracted her leg, stood firm, turned to Matsuno Yoko, and said with a heroic yet dashing expression, “It’s alright, don’t be afraid.”
Of course, it was Lin Wan.
Seeing Lin Wan’s expression, Matsuno Yoko felt a warmth surge within her, a strange feeling rising in her heart.
“I, I’m fine, thank you…” Matsuno Yoko instinctively pressed her thighs together, stammering.
…
Meanwhile, Lu Zheng had reached one of the injured bystanders.
He had already checked the five people hit or run over, two were dead beyond saving, two were seriously injured but not in critical condition.
This one, however, had a severed artery, bleeding out, and would likely die without immediate help.
“Holy crap!” the young, chubby man groaned in pain, “It hurts like hell!”
“Chinese?” Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow.
Seeing the bright red fountain gushing from his leg, the chubby man’s face paled, “Am I going to die?”
“You’re pretty lucky,” Lu Zheng chuckled, then pressed two fingers on the man’s leg.
The next moment, the fountain of blood stopped instantly.
“What the hell?” the chubby man gaped, stunned, “What happened?”
“Traditional Chinese medicine, acupressure to stop bleeding. You’re Chinese and don’t know this?” Lu Zheng said with a mocking look.
Chubby man: ???
“Alright, this will hold for twelve hours, enough time to get to a hospital for stitches,” Lu Zheng said, standing up and walking away.
“Wait! Miracle doctor! Boss! Legend! Add me on WeChat!”
Lu Zheng waved him off and returned to Lin Wan’s side.
…
By now, Yamada Hikoichi, the host, the cameraman, and others had gathered around Matsuno Yoko and Lin Wan.
The cameraman tried to focus on Lin Wan, but she gently deflected the lens, forcing it back to the shaken Matsuno Yoko.
Recalling the young man flying over eight metres, the cameraman didn’t mention anything about press freedom.
But while the cameraman held back, the bystanders didn’t care. Lin Wan’s performance was astonishing, and some even thought Tifa had crossed over from fiction.
Seeing the attacker clearly injured and immobile, and Tifa obviously on the side of good, the crowd surged forward.
“TIFA!”
“I love you!”
“That was awesome!”
Almost no one paid attention to the injured or the attacker, instead getting riled up over Lin Wan.
Lin Wan frowned, slightly tilting her head to avoid most of the cameras. Seeing Lu Zheng approach, she said to Matsuno Yoko, “We’re leaving. If the police need us, you have my contact.”
“Okay! Okay!” Matsuno Yoko nodded repeatedly.
Lu Zheng and Lin Wan slipped through the gathering crowd, quickly disappearing from the chasing mob.
…
On the other side, the cameraman clutched his camera, muttering, “I’m rich! I’m rich! This is my big break!”
Yamada Hikoichi was full of awe, “Miss Lin is incredible! I never imagined she was this skilled!”
Last time they met, Lin Wan had snapped a pair of chopsticks with one hand, so they knew she was trained in martial arts, but not *this* skilled!
A single kick sent someone flying seven or eight metres, and if the truck hadn’t been there, he might’ve gone another seven or eight.
Matsuno Yoko pressed her thighs together again, bit her lower lip, nodded, lost in thought.
The female host, the most composed, exclaimed dramatically, “Chinese kung fu? That’s amazing! She’s like an imperial dragon lady! Or maybe a Chinese valkyrie? Central Plains empress? Can we invite her for a show? It’d be a massive hit!”
The cameraman nodded eagerly, “Call me for the shoot!”
Yamada Hikoichi and Matsuno Yoko were speechless. You two are dreaming. Judging by how Lin Wan avoided the camera and left with Lu Zheng so quickly, there’s no way they’d join a variety show.
“The show’s probably off,” Matsuno Yoko said to Yamada Hikoichi, “Let’s call the police. We might need to contact Lin-chan later. Best to wrap this up quickly, we’re still treating Lin-chan and Lu-san to dinner tonight.”
