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Rubber batons, also known as rubber police batons, are a type of riot control weapon designed to neutralize criminals without causing lethal harm.

Unfortunately, knockoff versions of these police-grade weapons are readily available on the market, and once they fall into the hands of street thugs, they become the perfect tools for violence and intimidation.

No matter how much they hit, it would only leave surface injuries.

Even if they got caught, at worst, it would be ruled as minor bodily harm.

But the pain? That was all too real.

Lei Laohu had only tossed out four rubber batons.

Desperate not to miss out on the chance to dish out a beating, Mohawk Fatso Tian Xi immediately dropped his iron rod and snatched one off the ground, gripping it tightly.

He was panting heavily, eyes burning with rage, clearly eager to pound us into minced meat.

He twirled the baton in his hand, showing off his so-called technique, then swung it down hard onto Zhao Zhao’s shoulder blade.

“Wait! I have one request!”

Zhao Zhao suddenly spoke up after taking the first hit.

Since his back was facing me, I couldn’t see his expression.

“Oh? You think begging for mercy will help at this point?”

Lei Laohu waved a hand, signaling Tian Xi to pause.

“I only have one request… Don’t touch my friend. He won’t be able to take it. I’ll take all of it myself.”

Zhao Zhao didn’t even turn around when he said that. But I couldn’t hold it in—I struggled fiercely against the masked guy with slicked-back hair who was restraining me, trying to break free.

“Hold on a damn second! Are you an idiot?! What kind of dumbass act is this?!” I shouted as I fought to break loose.

“Chill, Commander. You’ve always called me a musclehead, right? Well, yeah, I am. My skin’s thick, my body’s tough—taking a few hits is nothing.”

My nose stung.

I was such a coward. For a split second, hearing Zhao Zhao’s words actually made me feel relieved—like I had escaped disaster because he was taking the beating for me.

The sheer shame of that feeling made me even angrier, and I thrashed even harder. The masked thug holding me down struggled to keep control.

“Alright, I, Lei Laohu, respect those who stand by their brothers.” Lei Laohu said casually, leaning against the wall.

“Besides, your buddy really doesn’t look like he could take much of a beating.”

Ignoring my protests, he let the goons carry out Zhao Zhao’s request.

Four thick black rubber batons rained down on Zhao Zhao’s back, arms, and waist.

Though I couldn’t see his face, I could see his neck turning red.

I could hear his gritted groans between the dull smacks of the batons landing on flesh.

Through his white school uniform, dark bruises were already forming.

Some areas were even starting to bleed.

Then, for a moment, my world went quiet.

Only the sound of batons striking and Zhao Zhao’s stifled grunts remained.

A dark emotion swelled inside me.

My eyes locked onto the iron rod Tian Xi had tossed aside.

The guy restraining me had relaxed his grip, probably assuming I’d given up.

But in the next instant, I broke free.

“Go to hell!”

Before anyone could react, I grabbed the iron rod and swung it with all my strength straight at Lei Laohu’s head.

At that moment, I didn’t care about consequences—I just wanted to kill him.

But my strike didn’t land.

Lei Laohu blocked it with his forearm.

It felt like hitting solid steel, and the impact sent a painful jolt up my arms.

“Your killing intent is way too obvious.”

His grip was terrifyingly strong—before I could react, he effortlessly wrenched the rod from my hands.

A loud clang echoed in my ears, and before I knew it, I was on the ground, back against the wall, my face burning with pain.

I shook my head, dazed, and looked up—only to realize my vision was blurred.

Tears.

I was crying.

Just one punch from a street thug, and I was already tearing up… What kind of pathetic excuse for a man was I?

“What?! This guy… is actually a girl?!” Lei Laohu blurted out in shock.

Not just him—the other thugs around us also looked stunned.

Wait…

I reached up and touched my face.

My glasses were gone.

The oversized frames were laying on the ground, while the thick lenses reduced to nothing but shards of broken glass.

The frame itself was intact, but without the coke-bottle lenses, putting them on would do nothing to hide my face.

I didn’t react, but Lei Laohu’s expression shifted—was that… regret?

After hesitating for a moment, he signaled his gang to withdraw.

“Let’s go, boys…”

Before leaving, he turned back and added.

“I, Lei Laohu, don’t hit women. I broke my principles today. Consider yourselves lucky, but tell that crazy chick—next time, she’d better mind her own damn business.”

So he was hung up on that principle of his?

Lei Laohu led his crew away, disappearing down the alley.

Tian Xi, still fuming, looked like he wanted to protest, but he didn’t dare go against Lei Laohu’s orders.

He followed reluctantly, his face full of frustration.

A bunch of street rats pretending to have some noble code—he probably thought it made him look cool. In reality, it was just pathetic.

But I couldn’t deny it—this time, my overly feminine face and his ridiculous “principle” were what saved us.

“Commander, you okay? Damn, your face is all messed up. Wait, are you crying?”

“Shut up. You’re seriously worried about me right now?”

“I’m fine. It’s just some bruises, it’ll heal in a few days. I’ll just treat it as if Haitang did a 100hit combo on me.”

Even though his legs were shaking so badly he couldn’t stand, he was still cracking jokes.

His whole body was covered in bruises, his once-white school uniform now dirtied and stained with sweat and blood.

Seeing him in such a miserable state, my eyes started watering again.

I tried to lift him up, but with my scrawny frame, it was impossible to support his massive build.

In the end, I could only wrap an arm around his waist and struggle to keep him upright as we staggered toward the alley’s exit. We must’ve looked utterly pathetic.

Just as we were about to reach the street, an elderly man with graying hair came running over, two uniformed officers trailing behind him.

“Are you boys alright? Those thugs took off already?”

The old man seemed to be a shopkeeper from the neighborhood. He must’ve seen us getting dragged into the alley and immediately called the police.

Looking closer, I noticed he was clutching a massive claw hammer—one of those heavy-duty ones that could probably split a skull open.

The two police officers behind him looked like a classic veteran-and-rookie duo.

The younger one, likely in his early twenties, still had a fresh-out-of-police-academy air about him.

But the older officer had a completely different vibe—rugged stubble, sharp nose, deep-set eyes.

He had the aura of a cop straight out of an action film, the kind who’d casually light a cigar before taking down a gang single-handedly.

The rookie officer quickly took over supporting Zhao Zhao from me, while the veteran officer turned his piercing gaze toward me.

“Miss, can you describe the suspects?”

“…I’m a guy.”

He looked surprised, but I continued, red-eyed.

“There were about a dozen of them, most with flashy hairstyles and leather jackets. They carried rods and chains. The leader called himself Lei Laohu.”

“…Tch. I figured as much.”

The officer sighed, rubbing his temples like he was dealing with a massive headache.

He pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, flipping to a page filled with notes on the gang.

“‘Lei Laohu’ is just an alias. His real name is ‘Lei Kelie’. Their turf is usually around Tianping Commercial District—they don’t usually come to this area. They’re careful, know their limits, and never cross the line too much. Even if we catch them, they’re back on the streets after a few days.”

Zhao Zhao, still wincing in pain, grumbled, “He’s loaded, too. Treats being a gang leader like it’s a go̲d̲d̲a̲m̲n̲ game. What kind of rich idiot thinks being a street thug is fun?”

“His mom’s a big-shot businesswoman. Kid’s never lacked money… But damn, this is a mess. I suppose I should apologize.”

“Apologize?”

The officer gave a wry smile.

“Name’s Lei Luo. Divorced, but still that brat’s father. My son gave you trouble—when I catch him, I’ll make sure he personally comes to make amends.”

Zhao Zhao and I gawked, completely dumbfounded.

Now that I looked closely, this cop really did resemble Lei Laohu.

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Again with the introduction of a few new characters, Imma leave some translation notes here to help clarify regarding the character names.

Lei Laohu aka Thunder Tiger （雷老虎）
Real name Lei Kelie （雷克烈）
Boss of a gang that happened to stumble upon our MC

Lei Luo （雷烙）
Policeman who is father of Lei Laohu

Tian Xi （田西）
Mohawk Fatso in the gang of Lei Laohu
　