Oh right, where was Feng Shaohao’s next travel destination? How could she forget? She had seen his notebook this morning. Never mind, she’d find another opportunity to check his itinerary.
Looking at the time, Lin Qianzhu decided to go shopping, rest at a hotel later, and then contact her sister as an informant. “Let’s go crazy shopping!”
Some say Ginza is a place only wealthy older women shop, but that’s not entirely true. There are many trendy white-collar workers’ favorite brands, dazzling clothing, and high-end boutiques that can drive people into a shopping frenzy.
Shopaholic without borders, her poor Japanese skills did not hinder her shopping at all. After making massive purchases, she kept two outfits and mailed the rest back home.
She held two shopping bags, humming a light melody while looking for a restaurant to rest.
”Pickpocket!”
Lin Qianzhu turned back and saw a young man running towards her at high speed on the crowded street. The woman’s voice drew everyone’s attention, but no one was willing to help.
”Bastard,” the young man almost tripped over her, glaring fiercely.
”You’re the bastard,” Lin Qianzhu’s Japanese was terrible, but she could curse fluently.
The young man, obviously a local troublemaker, was extremely arrogant and reached out to slap her, “Damn bitch!”
Her movement was faster, preemptively raising her leg for a spinning kick, ruthlessly hitting his groin, “Your mouth stinks.”
The man, unexpectedly beaten, hunched over in pain, “Damn, you’re asking for trouble.”
”What? Come on… let’s fight,” Although she was skilled in Taekwondo, confronting a villain was her first time, inevitably nervous, and with multiple languages mixed together, she was quite flustered.
”Damn woman,” the man threw a punch.
She screamed in fright, but her body naturally reacted to block and then counterattack, “Hehe! Turns out real fighting isn’t so bad.”
”Don’t think you can dodge my attack,” Having been hit twice, the man furiously swung his fist again.
Lin Qianzhu was no longer afraid, dropping her shopping bags and quickly beating him to a pulp, cursing in Chinese: “Punk, go eat a few more years of meals before coming to fight me.”
