Chapter 80: The Old Woman, Goddess of Thunder, Descends
Lu Ye laughed, his smile layered with meaning, his gaze brimming with mockery and even pity.
Tan Dong suddenly remembered: on the day he went out with Liu Yiyi, when he called Su Qianqian and Lin Bei to complain, Lu Ye had worn this exact same smile. He always had this sly, contemptuous expression, as if everything was under his control, and it made Tan Dong deeply uncomfortable. He scowled and barked, “Bastard, what are you laughing at?”
Lu Ye replied with a faint smile, “I was just thinking of something that made me happy.”
“What happy thing?”
Lu Ye mercilessly ripped open his wounds, cruelly exposing the truth: “You hired people to break your father’s leg, and had your mother tied up and taken to a hotel…”
Tan Dong’s face contorted with rage, and he roared, “Damn it, do you believe I’ll push her over right now?”
Snap!
Lu Ye snapped his fingers.
From behind, Meng the Beauty and Chen Xi each escorted someone onto the construction site—a middle-aged man and woman.
It was Tan Songming and Tang Xin!
“Dad? Mom?” Tan Dong’s expression changed instantly. “Lu Ye, so you knew all along I was coming after you?”
Lu Ye shrugged and said, “Since you all know I’m with Y6, where does your confidence come from, thinking these petty tricks could fool me?”
Just last night, while he was giving the old lady a cervical massage, Wu Qing had called. Y6’s intelligence network had updated with the news that Tan Dong had joined Hong Ying Society, including the fact that Zheng Peng was orchestrating the kidnapping of Su Qianqian. The whole plan was laid bare. Lu Ye simply decided to play along and turn the tables.
Meng the Beauty, who had just returned to Pearl City from her hometown, was picked up from the airport by Chen Xi. Together, they rushed overnight to Li City to find Tan Dong’s parents.
Afterward, Lu Ye confessed his plan to Su Qianqian, and left her with a few self-defense gadgets. That's why Su Qianqian had deliberately driven alone to Li City today, to lure Tan Dong and his backer Zheng Peng into action.
“Hahaha…” Even after realizing this, Tan Dong laughed manically.
“Lu Ye, do you think you can threaten me just by capturing my old folks?”
Tan Songming and Tang Xin’s faces twisted in anguish. “You beast! We don’t have a son like you!”
Meng the Beauty and Chen Xi hadn’t really taken them hostage. Lu Ye had simply instructed them to bring the elders here, so they could witness firsthand what their son had done. This way, whatever punishment he delivered to Tan Dong, he would owe them no explanation.
Upon hearing this, Tan Dong shouted fiercely, “Lu Ye, did you hear them? These two old fools say they don’t have a son like me—why should I care about their lives? At most, I’ll send your wife to accompany them in death!”
Lu Ye stretched lazily and smiled, “Don’t you wonder why, even knowing your plan, I still let her come here alone?”
Tan Dong was stunned. “Why?”
Lu Ye turned to Su Qianqian with a grin. “Old lady, have you had enough fun?”
Though her mouth was sealed with tape, Su Qianqian’s crescent brows curved with a hint of laughter.
She stamped her high-heeled shoe lightly…
Zap!
Lightning flickered across Su Qianqian’s coat, instantly electrocuting Tan Dong so violently that his hair stood straight up.
Within seconds, Tan Dong was charred like a lump of coal, smoke rising from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose…
Su Qianqian easily freed herself, then quickly retreated several steps.
Tan Dong tumbled straight into the scalding lime pit below.
Splash!
A vast cloud of white lime slurry erupted.
“Ao-ho, ao-ho!”
Tan Dong’s body burst and shed its skin in an instant under the intense heat, shrieking and writhing in agony, rolling on the ground for ages. At last, with his muscles cramping and twisting, he blissfully lost consciousness.
Yet Lu Ye was not inclined to let him off so easily.
Resurrection Kick!
Bang!
A foot like steel crashed into Tan Dong’s abdomen, sending him soaring through the air.
Thud, thud, thud…
Lu Ye’s skills had grown lately; all forty-nine styles of his healing fists were poured into Tan Dong in an instant, forcing him back to consciousness.
Lu Ye didn’t heal the severe burns, only kept him alive. Tan Dong had to keep enduring the torment and pain from his body and skin.
“Ao-ho, ao-ho!”
“Lu Ye, just let me die, please!”
Lu Ye gave a cold laugh. “That won’t do, murder is illegal.”
Tan Dong descended into madness, howling hysterically, “Damn it, isn’t torturing me like this illegal too?”
Lu Ye turned, innocent, and explained to Tan Dong’s parents, “Uncle Tan, Aunt Tang, he fell into the lime pit himself. You both saw it.”
“Tan Dong kidnapped my wife, and yet I generously revived him with my Resurrection Kick and healing fists—surely that's repaying evil with good?”
Damn it!
Though Lu Ye’s logic sounded twisted, every word was true.
He had used those two moves to pull Tan Songming back from the brink of death, hadn’t he?
There was no blaming Lu Ye—it was simply that their own unfilial son had woven his own web.
Tan Songming and Tang Xin could no longer bear to witness the horrors before them. They turned away, shaking their heads and sighing.
“Mr. Lu, our Tan family has wronged you.”
“As for him, handle him however you wish; we will not object.”
With that, Tan Songming took Tang Xin’s hand and strode away, as if they’d never birthed such a disgrace.
Seeing Su Qianqian come down from the rooftop, Lu Ye quickly gestured for Meng the Beauty to haul Tan Dong onto the car, not wanting the old lady to witness anything that might leave her traumatized.
At that moment, Su Qianqian seemed like the Thunder God incarnate, sparks crackling all over her as she flew at Lu Ye. “Little rascal, this self-defense down jacket is simply amazing!”
Lu Ye dodged aside in panic. “Whoa, don’t come any closer!”
That was a hundred thousand volts of high voltage—one touch could send you straight to heaven!
Just then, Zheng Peng, who had been stunned for ages, suddenly ordered, “Take them all down!”
Dozens of men in black, armed with weapons, surged forward.
Lu Ye took a deep breath, ready to stand his ground alone against the oncoming threat.
Damn it, this time I can finally show off in front of my wife!
But, no.
“Little rascal, don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you!”
The old lady shrieked as she charged ahead, plunging into the crowd!
Zap, zap-zap…
Wherever she went, lightning danced.
The mass of men in black seemed frozen, convulsing violently in place.
Occasionally, a few managed to slip behind her and attempted to strike with steel rods or iron bars, but her down jacket was impervious to weapons.
Zap, zap…
Instead, their metal weapons instantly conducted the current straight into the attackers.
Lu Ye, Chen Xi, Meng the Beauty, and Luo Ying watched from the sidelines, secretly clicking their tongues.
They weren’t unwilling to help, but the old lady’s all-encompassing lightning magic was simply too terrifying!
In less than half an hour, Su Qianqian had singlehandedly knocked out every last man in black.
She was unharmed.
“Tch, not one of you is worth fighting?”
“I barely tried, and you all went down!”
Zheng Peng was already scared out of his wits, kneeling on the ground and begging the old lady for mercy.
Su Qianqian, meanwhile, laughed wildly toward the sky. “Hahaha, who else dares challenge me?”
Chen Xi wrinkled her delicate nose and whispered, “Brother, don’t you think we’re unnecessary here?”
Lu Ye nodded in deep agreement, “We haven’t even fought, and she’s wiped out the Li City branch of Hong Ying Society all by herself!”
The down jacket Su Qianqian wore, called “Thunder God,” incorporated multiple layers of black technology from the Shield Bureau. Not only was it fireproof, waterproof, and poison-resistant, it was impervious to blades and bullets—and could release one hundred thousand volts of electricity…
To be honest, when Lu Ye gave Su Qianqian the Thunder God jacket, he never imagined it would be so formidable.
To ensure Su Qianqian’s safety, he’d even called Huang Yu to lay in wait as a sniper in the building opposite the construction site.
But now, it was clear—none of them were needed. Even the so-called apostles were redundant.