8 You don't know who I am, Jin?

The menacing expression on the middle-aged man's face made the young girl burst into tears in an instant. She clutched her chest tightly, biting her lip, "Don't..."

Just then, a figure swiftly sprinted in their direction.

The speed was tremendous, covering the distance in mere seconds, leaving no time for the gangsters to react. Several loud bangs—'bang—bang—bang'—rang out.

Several gangsters dropped to the ground instantly.

Chu Jin silently retracted the Golden Needles in his hand and kicked the middle-aged man's head, "Kid, quite bold, aren't you? Daring to make trouble on my turf! Don't you know who I am, Jin Bro?"

Jin...Bro?

The middle-aged man was instantly kicked into confusion. He was familiar with the people in the underworld, but he had never heard of someone named Jin Bro…

And besides, she was a delicate beauty, so where did the 'Bro' come from...

He had always looked down on women, who, besides crying, seemed to serve no other purpose. A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

If the young lady wanted to play a role, then he would play along.

A look of terror crossed the middle-aged man's face, "I'm sorry! Jin Bro, I'm sorry, please forgive us, we'll never dare again!"

Chu Jin's lips curved into a smirk. She bent down, picked up a metal pipe, and 'wham', she struck the back of the middle-aged man who was trying to stand up.

"Don't try any tricks with me," Chu Jin narrowed her eyes slightly, a sharp chill in the clear depths of her eyes, "Remember, if I ever see you doing such heinous acts again, this metal pipe will be your fate!"

No sooner had her words fallen than the metal pipe that had struck the middle-aged man snapped into two.

At that moment,

'Pfft'—a mouthful of blood spurted out of the middle-aged man's mouth, and he fell to the ground convulsing.

This time, the middle-aged man was genuinely scared, the excruciating pain from his back reminding him that this was someone he truly could not afford to provoke.

"Jin Bro, Jin Bro, I'm sorry, I won't dare again, please spare me,"

The other gangsters were also stunned by this display and began to kneel and beg for mercy.

Chu Jin glanced at them coldly and spat out one word, "Scram!"

"Thank you, Jin Bro, thank you for sparing us." As he spoke, the middle-aged man led his brothers, scrambling and rolling away from the alley.

Chu Jin turned around, squatted down, and asked the girl, "Are you alright?"

The girl threw her arms around Chu Jin and then buried her head in her shoulder, sobbing.

After all, she was just a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl. Faced with such an ordeal, she seemed to have no other outlet but to cry.

Chu Jin gently patted the girl's back, reassuring her, "It's okay now, the bad guys are gone, stop crying."

It took a while for the girl to stop crying.

Chu Jin took out a white T-shirt from her bag and put it on her. They were of similar height, though Chu Jin was slightly slimmer, so the T-shirt fit the girl quite well.

"Thank you. My name is Mo Qingyi, you can call me Qingyi." Mo Qingyi sniffled and extended her right hand to Chu Jin.

Chu Jin smiled, "Nice to meet you, Chu Jin. People on the streets call me Jin Bro."

"...Ah? You? With them..." A clear wave of panic crossed Mo Qingyi's face.

Chu Jin raised her eyebrow, "Just a joke, they all call me Jin, if you don't mind, you can call me that too."

"Okay," Mo Qingyi nodded, her eyes shimmering with immense admiration as she gestured, "Jin, those moves you just did were really awesome."

Chu Jin said indifferently, "It's because they're too weak, I'll take you out now."

Walking one in front of the other, Mo Qingyi spent the whole way expressing her admiration for Chu Jin.

Girls establish friendships quickly—it wasn't long before the two had already exchanged their QQ and phone numbers.

"Brother Jin, which school are you from?" After nearly half an hour of interaction, Mo Qingyi had slight changes in how she addressed Chu Jin.

Chu Jin took a sip of the milk tea in her hand and answered, "South Bridge No.2 Middle School."

You're from South Bridge too?" Mo Qingyi said excitedly, "What a coincidence! I'm from South Bridge too; strange, how come I've never heard about you before? Did you just transfer here?"

With Brother Jin's demeanor and looks, she would definitely be one of the beauties at South Bridge No.2 Middle School, how come I've never heard of her before?

Chu Jin raised her hand to flip her hair and said very seriously, "I was too low-key before."

"Oh, I see." Mo Qingyi nodded thoughtfully.

As they were talking, a Bugatti Veyron slowly stopped next to them.

Then, the door to the driver's seat was opened, and a driver uncle stepped out with great respect and bent towards Mo Qingyi, "Miss."

"Brother Jin, someone has come to pick me up. I'm going home now, and we'll see each other at school later," Mo Qingyi said as she opened the backseat door and got into the car, waving at Chu Jin, "Goodbye, Brother Jin."

"Goodbye," Chu Jin waved back at Mo Qingyi.

Just as Mo Qingyi pulled open the car door, Chu Jin clearly saw the dashingly sharp profile and that ice-sculpture-like exquisite side face, with lips pursed almost too thin to be seen.

No wonder I felt the car seemed oddly familiar, it turned out to be him.

The man whom Li Hanjiang revered to the utmost degree.

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The atmosphere inside the car was very cold.

Mo Qingyi shrank to one side, wishing she could be ten thousand miles away from this older brother, if possible.

Perhaps it was the age difference, or perhaps it was the naturally dominant aura he exuded that made her somewhat fearful of this brother who was more than a decade older than her since she was young.

The man's face was stern as he spoke coldly, " You're not allowed to associate with those kinds of people in the future."

Even though Mo Qingyi was afraid of the authoritative air her brother carried, she still had to defend the reputation of her dear Jin, "My Jin is not the kind of person you're talking about."

As soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the car seemed to turn even colder.

Mo Qingyi didn't dare to look at him again; under the stark white light, the man's angular features seemed to be covered with a layer of impenetrable thin ice.

It was chilling to the bone.

Not that kind of person?

Not that kind of person, yet he managed to encounter her twice in a single day?

How can there be so many coincidences?