Zhang Qixiang's script was:

She walked up the six steps gracefully and turned around at the top, outside the villa's entrance hall. Then, she watched Liu Zhizhong being beaten up by four security guards, rolling on the ground, listening to his screams, which was quite satisfying.

Once Liu Zhizhong was too beaten to stand up, the four guards would tie him up and drag him into her gym on the first floor and then hang him up.

Next, it was her turn to whip Liu Zhizhong over and over, not stopping until his skin burst open.

After beating him, she would pour alcohol over Liu Zhizhong's body to help him "detox", enjoying his pig-like screams.

This was the consequence of taking a big advantage of Sister without being able to say a word about it!

This was Sister's revenge!

The script was perfect, and she was confident in her four security guards.

Moreover, she had instructed them not to hit the face, just to beat the guy's body.

His face was to be preserved for Liu Zhizhong since he was still going to be the Secretary of the Municipal Committee, and it wouldn't look good if he were disfigured.

However, when Zhang Qixiang turned around at the top of the stairs, what she saw made her gasp in shock.

Her face turned pale with fright.

Because, under the attack of four strong retired special forces, Liu Zhizhong had already turned the tables.

Sandai master Liu Zhizhong, in this situation, didn't hold back and burst forth with all his might.

Years of relentless physical training and combat practice displayed rewarding results vividly.

In less than twenty seconds, Liu Zhizhong knocked all four powerful security guards to the ground, struggling, unable to get up.

Those ex-military men, strong in will, did not scream in pain; they clenched their teeth and endured.

One after another clutched their bellies, their faces pale as death, with sweat beads the size of soybeans covering their foreheads.

Pain and humiliation surged up together, too ashamed to face such a tragic end.

They could have never imagined that Liu Zhizhong could fight like this.

His punches were fast and fierce, and his kicks were hard and accurate. His movements, clean and as quick as lightning, overwhelmed them with an unstoppable force; they couldn't withstand or dodge.

Moreover, they had been somewhat complacent, thinking Liu Zhizhong was just an official indulging in food and drink daily, what fighting ability could he have, and so, didn't they just lose Jingzhou?

Liu Zhizhong looked around after the fight, and when he glanced up, he saw Zhang Qixiang's stunned face. He smiled faintly and shook his head.

"Sister Qixiang, you bragged too much, didn't you? With this, can they fight one against ten?"

Zhang Qixiang, extremely disappointed, stepped back several meters, nearly leaning against the entrance hall door, "Liu Zhizhong, you... you..."

"Hehe, I finally understand. Sister Qixiang, you wrote a good script, indeed. The whip was prepared for me, right? And it was for after your four security guards taught me a lesson?"

"You..."

"I guessed right, didn't I? Sadly, the script was perfect, but you were careless. Next time, remember to call more security guards! That's it for now; I have things to do, so I'll be going. Let's get in touch later."

After speaking, Liu Zhizhong clapped his hands, looked around at the four security guards who couldn't get up, shook his head, and sighed, "You've all gotten a bit plump, your combat effectiveness was more impressive in the army, wasn't it? The comfortable life has made you decline. How will you ever fulfill the 'call and I shall return, be it from afar' motto now? Hehe..."

The security guards, utterly humiliated, had no words, in immense pain!

Since they retired, they had done quite a few things for Miss Zhang and had never messed up.

But today, they were too complacent...

Yet, even if they hadn't been, could they have really bested Liu Zhizhong?

All they could do was lay on the ground, helplessly watching Liu Zhizhong coolly walk out the door without looking back.

Not far behind him on the steps, Zhang Qixiang finally burst out an earth-shattering curse from her hoarse throat, "Liu Zhizhong, you bastard, Sister will definitely not let you go!!!"

At the doorway, Liu Zhizhong suddenly turned around and flashed a carefree smile at Zhang Qixiang, giving her an OK gesture before striding away.

Zhang Qixiang, furious, stamped her feet, cursed the security guards a bit, then turned and went back upstairs.

The security guards eventually managed to get up, gritting their teeth as they called someone to relieve them.

Their bodies ached terribly—arms, legs, and bellies—and they needed to go to the hospital to get X-rays to check their conditions.

As a result, one had a minor fracture in his arm, one a minor fracture in his shin, one had two ribs broken, and another had four ribs broken. It was truly sad.

No blood was shed; the injuries were internal.

They were indeed very tough, but they couldn't withstand Liu Zhizhong's heavy punches and fierce kicks; his destructive power was too great... Perhaps he was the most capable fighter among the officials?

Zhang Qixiang returned to her upstairs, feeling more and more uncomfortable, unable to bear the humiliation.

Thinking it over, she gritted her teeth and still made a phone call, which led to very serious consequences that Liu Zhizhong had not anticipated.

Driving away from Tianrun Villa, Liu Zhizhong left feeling quite pleased.

Halfway through the journey, he sent a message to Zhang Qixiang, "Dear Sister Qixiang, take a good rest. With the aid of medicine, your young and lively body will surely recover well. Your villa at Tianrun Villa, I will come again. Your security can't stop me; they're not as tough as me, hehe…"