Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1239 - 1290: The Indulgent Saintess

Having made such a decision, the Saintess wanted to spend a good time with Li Yifei in the following days, to truly let loose. However, their identities would easily give them away if they acted too wildly, so they came up with this solution.

Li Yifei could also feel the Saintess’s mindset. As a man, when faced with such a situation, he couldn’t shrink back, nor did he have the leeway to do so. Even if he could convince the Saintess to not sever this inner demon of his, it would certainly leave a darkest seed in Li Yifei’s heart, making it difficult for him to advance any further.

In the practice of Cultivating Qi, the most crucial part is actually the cultivation of the heart. Once you harbor demons in your heart, it becomes very difficult to cultivate your True Qi. This was something Murong Yuanqing had always stressed to Li Yifei.

Moreover, after witnessing the strength of Murong Yuanqing and the people within the Noah’s Ark Organization, Li Yifei understood more clearly that if he didn’t become extremely strong, even the Noah’s Ark Organization would eventually destroy him. Therefore, he had to become strong, strong enough to make the Saintess submit to this inner demon.

It was just past eight o’clock. The two headed to a market in Mile City, where they bought two sets of ordinary street clothes.

The night market was naturally full of ordinary people. Li Yifei and the Saintess walking here made them stand out. And when they bought such cheap items, it shocked everyone, especially the seller of the clothes, who looked at them oddly, not understanding why such apparently affluent people would buy such clothes.

The Saintess had also applied a layer of foundation to her face to cover up her angelic looks. In addition, the ill-fitting clothes concealed her graceful figure, making her look somewhat bulky.

Li Yifei didn’t need to go through as much trouble. A down jacket worth a little over a hundred yuan and a pair of ordinary cotton shoes made him indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

The two had changed into these clothes in the car, and after looking at each other, they couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Finally ready, Li Yifei carried only five hundred yuan with him. Then the two left their car and took a taxi, heading straight for the seafood stalls by the seaside.

The weather was cool. Normally, the stalls would have tables set up outside, but now they had moved inside, making the space feel much smaller. Despite this, the place was still bustling with people, with the seafood stalls of Mile City being the freshest, most affordable, and generous in portion. Ordinary people, wealthy individuals, and even some hooligans frequented the area for a meal.

Li Yifei and the Saintess chose a slightly more spacious store in the middle. The seats were almost full, and they could only pick a small, two-person table against the wall. Then they ordered a heap of dishes and started feasting.

They were quite inconspicuous here, which was exactly what they intended, as they didn’t want to be recognized. Hence, they devoured their food without any care for their image.

It was one thing for Li Yifei, a big man, to eat like that, but it was quite another for the Saintess. Seeing someone who was practically angelic like the Saintess eat like a village woman was as difficult as teaching a rustic woman to behave like a sophisticated lady. This showed Li Yifei just how extreme the Saintess’s indulgence was.

The two were enjoying their meal when a fight suddenly broke out between two tables, escalating rapidly, with neither side backing down. In no time at all, the scuffle began.

They were groups of youngsters, both sides totaling four people, drunk, and their brawl was quite lively. The other patrons in the restaurant were frightened away, and the owner shouted from inside without daring to intervene. These hotheaded youths, once provoked, wouldn’t care if you were the owner or not; getting hit could be quite bad.

Li Yifei looked at the Saintess and asked, "Do you want to drive them away?"

The Saintess, however, had a mischievous smile and said, "I’ve never had a fight like this before. How about we join in?"

"You want to fight with a bunch of hoodlums?" Li Yifei couldn’t help but widen his eyes in surprise.

"Yep!" The Saintess chuckled, suddenly jumping up, hands on hips, and shouted loudly, "You damn bunch, why do you have to fight here? Get lost, or don’t blame me for beating you black and blue!"

Li Yifei was instantly petrified. Was this really the Saintess? Was she the angelic Saintess? She was more like a rowdy village woman—no, that’s not right; with her blonde hair, she should be a typical ’Little Taimei’. And her words—although simple for a Huaxia person—how could an American Saintess speak them so fluently?

"You little brats, if you think you can ignore me, you are dead wrong. Watch me beat you up!" The Saintess then roared again and rushed at the eight hoodlums, who were all fighting each other, delivering a flurry of blows.

At this moment, the Saintess wasn’t using any special techniques, but even a master holding back was too much for these eight men. In no time, they had all taken a few hits from her.

This truly angered the youths, who temporarily stopped and all glared at the Saintess.

It was only then that Li Yifei managed to close his gaping mouth, shaking his head slightly. The sheer recklessness of the Saintess was unexpected to him. With her status and abilities, she was actually brawling with a bunch of hoodlums; it was an absurd scene. If members of the Holy War Organization saw this, they would probably be so appalled they’d run headlong into a wall. Was this really their revered and untouchable Saintess?

"Who the hell are you?" one of the troublemakers finally asked the Saintess, scrutinizing her. This person, who looked like a Little Taimei, not only was bold but also daring to fight. They had to be cautious; if they had provoked someone formidable, it would mean serious trouble.

"I just can’t stand you guys. I’m trying to eat here, and you’re all brawling. Can’t you let others dine in peace? What, you got a problem with that?" The holy maiden spoke with the local accent, and because of the thick makeup covering her originally fair skin, she really didn’t look like a foreigner at that moment.

Those eight guys, who were just fighting, had been initially stunned by the holy maiden’s presence, but her provocative tone immediately riled them up again. One particularly brash guy yelled, "So what if we don’t accept it?"

"Then I’ll beat you up." The holy maiden said, raising her hand and smacking that guy’s face, truly badass.

With a "snap!" the guy didn’t manage to dodge, and the sound of the slap was extremely loud. The slap flared them up in an instant. To be hit by a woman, how humiliating that must be.

"Fuck, don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re a woman!" The slapped guy cursed angrily, rolled up his sleeves, and charged at the holy maiden.

The holy maiden sidestepped and kicked him in the butt, causing him to stagger and almost fall. That kick could have killed him if she intended to, but since she was just out to indulge herself and was dealing with petty thugs, she naturally held back from genuinely hurting anyone.

But that added another layer of humiliation. The guy twisted around and lunged at the holy maiden again, his fierceness making him seem particularly vicious.

However, in front of the holy maiden, he was as weak as a child. With a quick trip from her, he was sent sprawling out, luckily caught by his buddies.

"Haha! You can’t even beat a woman, just go back home and suckle, there’s no point fighting with us, I’m embarrassed for you."

"Yeah, right, with that pathetic show, you’re only embarrassing yourself. If I were you, I would find a hole to crawl into and hide."

The other group burst into hearty laughter at once, obviously thrilled to see their adversaries in trouble, they immediately started mocking big time.

The guy who was tripped by the holy maiden looked extremely peeved, but before they could react, the holy maiden glared and bellowed at the ones laughing at them, "What are you smirking at? When I said get lost, did you think that didn’t include you? I’ve seen idiots before, but never as idiotic as you."

"You conceited bitch, I’ll teach you a lesson today." Among those enjoying the debacle, one rushed out, reaching straight for the holy maiden’s chest with a laugh, "Although you don’t look that good, let’s see how your figure is."

"Slap! Slap..."

This guy suffered even more than the last, as the holy maiden, indignant at his lewdness, struck harder this time, slapping him several times in a row. He was left seeing stars, staggering and falling to the ground with a thud, his head still spinning.

The others were completely dumbfounded by this; the woman was just too fierce. A young man was struck to the ground by her, made to sit down just like that — could this be the legendary master?

At this moment, quite a few onlookers at the entrance were stunned as well; they had never seen such a formidable woman, not even the heroines on TV showed such dominance.

"Fuck, let’s all go at her together!"

Both groups shouted in unison, then the eight thugs rushed forward together. It was pretty embarrassing to resort to ganging up on a woman, but it seemed even more shameful to let a woman beat them and run away, so they chose to try and bring her down.

"Wow, all of you at once? I can’t handle that. Hey big guy, stop just watching, come help me out." The holy maiden dodged and weaved to Li Yifei’s side, cheerfully pulling him up.

Li Yifei couldn’t help but feel amused yet exasperated, but he was also stirred, slapping the table and shouting, "You bunch of bastards, dare to mess with my wife, see if I don’t beat the crap out of you."

Saying this, he rolled up his sleeves and charged into the fray.

The two didn’t use any real martial arts and fought like hooligans, the scene becoming rowdy. The sounds of fists thudding against flesh were heard without end, of course all being the two of them hitting those guys.

The eight thugs yelled out in pain as they were beaten, finally realizing that continuing the fight would only leave them at a loss. It was unclear who cried ’uncle’ first, but at that moment, they all scrambled towards the door.

But the holy maiden stepped forward quickly, blocking their way, leaving their faces looking utterly miserable, wondering what exactly these two wanted since they didn’t seem to let them go.