"Have I never told you that what I am best at is fighting?"

Crazy, confident, and slaughtering.

Word by word, with a voice over, it is full of danger.

Invisible words turned into tangible whips, whipping them with a whip. They couldn't stop trembling, and every nerve was trembling, and an indescribable sense of fear spread throughout their bodies.

She is beautiful.

But it looks like bloodthirsty Rakshasa.

“…”

Minister Qiu, who was closest to the face of this aura, had his legs weakened. If he had not forced himself to hold on, he would have really been unable to hold on.

Just a girl in her twenties-

How do you practice this aura?!

At this moment, among everyone present, Minister Qiu could say one thing. Even though he was frightened, he still bit the bullet and walked forward two steps.

"Master of the Hall, what's going on?"

Minister Qiu's palms were sweating, but his face was still stable, and he did not show any panic. When he asked, his tone was quite calm.

“…”

Si Sheng slanted Meng Jing on the ground and pulled up the corner of her right lips, which was a bit sarcastic, but she didn't speak.

Seeing this, Minister Qiu immediately understood.

——Meng Jing has to blame for this matter.

He can't help.

Just as hesitated, Minister Qiu heard the steady footsteps behind him and realized that the savior was coming, his tense nerves instantly relaxed. He lowered his head slightly, avoided the side, and pushed some away.

Si Sheng raised his eyes and looked at the person who was walking.

The man who came was in his thirties was a man with a straight eyebrows and a little like Meng Jing.

Wherever you go, employees will automatically avoid it, and they are a little respectful and restrained.

This person is probably the capable general "Meng Ling" mentioned by Boss An.

The department outside the fourth floor was under the jurisdiction of the department. I didn't meet it head-on when I came last time.

"Master of the Hall."

After Meng Ling entered the door, she greeted Si Sheng as soon as possible, and then her eyes turned away and she quickly looked at the office.

His eyes stopped for a few seconds when he stopped on Meng Jing.

After calming down his emotions, Meng Ling did not get angry at her sister's miserable situation. Instead, she looked at Si Sheng calmly and asked respectfully and politely: "Master Si, who did the first move?"

"Ask her."

Si Sheng glanced at the ground, and wrote a pocket in his hand, with a faint expression and a very cold look.

"It's me."

Meng Jing, who had recovered from his breath, endured the pain and said two words.

Meng Ling's eyebrows tightened.

Knowing that Meng Jing is reckless and sometimes she does things impulsively, she taught her to be tolerant again and again, but she never thought-

It really took action.

Although, he didn't think that it was Meng Jing's responsibility to fight.

After looking at Si Sheng with a calm and gentle look, Meng Ling paused. He first picked up a pair of high heels on the ground, then walked to Meng Jing, and stopped for a moment when he was covering Meng Jing's legs. Then he picked up the coat and put it aside, bent down to help Meng Jing up.

Meng Jing had a knee injury. When she stood, she browed for a while. After two seconds, she let out a breath.

She glanced at the coat that Meng Ling put down, and then looked at Si Sheng, who was calm and unrelated to her, frowned slightly, but she did not imagine the anger and hatred.

Holding Meng Jing, Meng Ling looked at Si Sheng again, pursed her lips slightly, and whispered with her eyelids, "Master Si, I will give you an explanation for this."

After saying that, he helped Meng Jing, who was limping, and left the office.

All eyes followed the brother and sister until Meng Ling helped Meng Jing to another office.

"Master of the Hall, this matter..."

Minister Qiu was a little embarrassed.

He wanted to retreat directly like Meng Ling.

I couldn't help but react and took a step back. When he wanted to follow him, it was too late.

The office is in a mess.

The bookshelf was tilted and stuck in the corner of the wall; the floor lamp was broken and broken into two pieces, and the lampshade fell to the ground; the computer on the desk fell to the ground, and the screen was broken; the coffee table and the sofa had traces of movement...

Someone should be sorting it out.

"Come to the logistics person, change what should be replaced, throw away what should be thrown, and clean it up."

Si Sheng gave orders at will.

"Yes." Minister Qiu nodded, and then couldn't wait to ask, "Does the Master of the Hall have any other instructions?"

Si Sheng raised his eyelids and said, "Yes."

“…”

Minister Qiu's heart skipped a beat.

Unexpectedly, Si Sheng turned his head and looked at somewhere, "The water dispenser is out of water."

“…I’ll have someone come and change it right away.”

Minister Qiu hurriedly responded.

After pausing for two seconds, seeing that Si Sheng had no other instructions, he quickly retreated.

As for those onlookers at the door, they didn't dare to stay for a long time, and they didn't even have the courage to look at Si Sheng. They all hurriedly dispersed and returned to their posts to do things.

Once a person leaves, the door closes.

Si Sheng frowned and pulled up his right sleeve, revealing a long blood mark.

The wound was not deep, the blood was oozing out a little, and the sleeve fabric had not yet been wet.

Meng Jing has some skills in fist and foot, but no martial arts skills. He grew up learning to capture and fight. He has fatal moves and has certain combat experience. Si Sheng was a little struggling when dealing with it. His elbow was accidentally scratched by iron wire, leaving a "match".

"Tsk."

Confirm that the wound could scar quickly, Si Sheng frowned and was too lazy to care for it, so he walked directly to the sofa.

After kicking the shifted sofa back a little, she sat down without any worries.

...

Meng Jing’s office.

On the sofa, Meng Jing sat quietly, wearing Meng Ling's suit jacket on her shoulders, without shoes under her feet, and was barefoot on the ground.

After sitting for a while, I recovered at this moment, my face was not as pale as when I came back, but the abrasions and bruises on my face, elbows, knees, and calves were still conspicuous.

When she opened the window, Meng Ling stood by the window and lit a cigarette.

After taking a few sips, he turned around and frowned and looked at Meng Jing.

After a while, he asked, "Are you hurting the vital points? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, she avoided the vital points."

Meng Jing was quite surprised at this.

She was angry at the time and knew that Si Sheng had some martial arts skills, so she didn't keep it at all, so she went to find Si Sheng to get a fatal point.

But Si Sheng left room for nothing.

Grabbing and fighting generally involves life and death, and is mainly fate.

He is a decent martial arts master, and has a proud character, and is the mainstay of learning.

With Si Sheng's martial arts attainments, if he really competes with Meng Jing, he will not let Meng Jing last for so long and will make the entire office messy.

So Meng Jing suffered a little skin trauma. At best, the end of the fall was a bit fierce and it took a while to slow down.

"Can she still distract herself from the vital points when she fights you?" Meng Ling was shocked.

"Um."

Meng Jing admitted it bluntly.

Meng Ling's eyes were dark.

The two of them are orphans and were adopted by Baixiaotang since childhood. In addition to formal education, they also have training in skills, intelligence and other aspects, which are the foundations they have since childhood.

In terms of skills, Meng Jing fought four or five strong men alone without any effort.
To be continued...