Chapter 83: Steal from Me? Are You Bloody Tired of Living?

Lin Jingyue's eyes suddenly narrowed, then quickly lowered, feigning fear and shrinking back. “B-b-b-big brother, please, don’t, I—”

“Cut the crap. Leave your stuff and get lost!” The man shot Lin Jingyue a vicious look, his gaze lingering on her face with palpable reluctance.

Such a top-tier beauty!

If only the timing were better...

Lin Jingyue tossed her bicycle aside and retreated, trembling. She glanced at her flowing skirt and white leather shoes, silently calculating the distance between herself and the man.

Seeing her graceful figure and fair, beautiful face, the man struggled to tear his eyes away. If this one made it south...

“Come here!” After a moment’s hesitation, he finally decided to take her along. Having a hostage would be much safer.

Such luck?

Lin Jingyue nearly burst with excitement at his words. The distance was too far for her to feel confident; he had a gun. But up close—things would be different.

Internally, Lin Jingyue was laughing wildly, though her face turned pale as she looked fearfully at the man, tears threatening to spill. “Big brother... I—I have some money. I’ll give it all to you. Please don’t kill me. I have family to care for. I’m not even married yet, I—”

“Shut up!” The man’s face darkened. “Do you believe I’ll shoot you right now? You’ve got three seconds. Get over here, or else…”

Lin Jingyue looked at him with terror, then rushed over as fast as she could.

You asked me to come over—don’t regret it.

She could barely contain her excitement. As the distance closed, a dangerous glint flickered in her eyes. In one swift, lightning-fast move, she darted forward.

The man realized her speed was unusual, his pupils contracting as he instinctively tried to pull the trigger.

But he was too late. By the time he reacted, Lin Jingyue was already right in front of him.

He watched helplessly as her pale fingers seized his gun hand, and with a smiling twist, bent it painfully. The gun was snatched away in an instant.

The next moment—bang!

An over-the-shoulder throw sent the man sprawling, stars exploding in his vision.

But he was no ordinary person; ignoring the pain, he sprang up in a carp-flip.

Yet Lin Jingyue was even less ordinary!

Just as he stepped forward, she was already aiming the dark barrel at him.

“!!”

Lin Jingyue raised her eyebrows, her slender, pale finger resting on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. “Robbing me? You must have a death wish!”

The man—

Truly outrageous.

“Hands up,” Lin Jingyue said carelessly.

The man was forced to raise his hands, his gaze toward Lin Jingyue venomous and cold.

Lin Jingyue paid him no mind. She smiled, but deep in her eyes lay a chill.

She had never been soft-hearted.

After all, being a spoiled, idle heiress required some capital.

Gun in hand, she advanced step by step.

Stopping about a meter from the man, she saw the contempt and mockery in his eyes, then lifted her foot and kicked him hard.

Bang!

He flew backward, pain stabbing his abdomen, his face turning pale as he stared at Lin Jingyue in shock, finally realizing she was no ordinary girl. “You—”

Her response was a barrage of punches and kicks.

The man: “...” Help.

He now felt the harmless-looking girl before him was quite capable of killing him, then disposing of the body.

Lin Jingyue gave him a thorough beating, then squatted down, pressing the gun to his head. “Are you the kidnapper everyone’s been talking about in the county?”

“Judging by your shabby appearance, you must be.” She looked at him with disdain, slapping his face lightly with the gun. “Scum.”

“You—” The humiliating gesture infuriated him, but the gun kept him in check.

He dared not speak.

Lin Jingyue sneered, “Where’s your money? Hand it over.”

The man’s eyes filled with disbelief.

“What are you staring at? I told you to hand over your money!” Lin Jingyue grew impatient. The area was sparsely populated, but not deserted—she’d have trouble explaining this if someone passed by.

“Oh, and your bankbook. Where do you hide your assets? Tell me and I’ll spare your miserable life.”

“You—”

Smack—

“What ‘you’?!” Lin Jingyue slapped him impatiently. With the spite in his eyes, who knew how many evil deeds he’d committed? Today, she was doing the world a favor.

“Hurry up. You’ve got three seconds. Three…”

He kept his mouth shut.

“One. Time’s up!”

“You didn’t count two!” The man watched in terror as Lin Jingyue’s finger tightened on the trigger.

“Mind your own business!”

“In the ancestral home of the Su family!” He shouted just as Lin Jingyue was about to pull the trigger.

“Smart move,” Lin Jingyue sneered. “But you’re still going to die.”

“You’re breaking your word!”

“Mm, women are always unreasonable—try and stop me.” Lin Jingyue pursed her lips, intent on infuriating him.

He was about to protest when a flurry of footsteps sounded nearby. He looked at Lin Jingyue in alarm, scrambling to escape.

Only to be yanked back and slammed to the ground by Lin Jingyue.

“Ah!” His ribs.

Lin Jingyue stomped down, eliciting another anguished scream.

Following the trail, Song Shiyun and the others arrived: “...”

The scene was striking—Lin Jingyue in a blue skirt with a knitted jacket, her ponytail swinging, the man pinned helplessly beneath her foot. Her expression was nonchalant, eyes tinted orange by the setting sun, her entire figure bathed in a golden glow—stunningly beautiful.

That image would stay with everyone for a lifetime.

“Comrade Lin...” Song Shiyun choked halfway through his words.

“What? Aren’t you going to hurry up and take him away? He scared me half to death.” Lin Jingyue patted her chest, pretending to be shocked.

Song Shiyun and his team: “...” Maybe put down the gun first?

“Come here, quickly! He tried to rob me. I was so scared, just a weak woman—I nearly fainted. Oh, and this gun, I don’t know if it’s real or not.”

“Comrade Lin! Give me the gun!” Song Shiyun inhaled sharply, motioning his people to arrest the man, and reached out to Lin Jingyue.

Lin Jingyue tilted her head, her gaze clear and transparent. “If I’m not mistaken, this man must be a serious criminal?”

“Yes.” Song Shiyun wasn’t sure why she asked, but nodded.

“So, if I caught him, do I get a reward?”

Song Shiyun...

The others...

You’re unbelievable!

“I’ll take this, then.” Lin Jingyue shook the gun in her hand.

No way to hide it now—might as well be straightforward...

“That’s not allowed!”

Well, seems not.

Lin Jingyue pursed her lips and handed the gun to Song Shiyun. “What about the money? Surely there’s some compensation?”