Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities
Chapter 633 - 633: Gu Jin, Why Are You Here?

Chapter 633: Gu Jin, Why Are You Here?

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Aware of his own limitations in facing Brother Long and his cohorts, Gu Pei furrowed his brow and advised, “Xu Niannian, don’t be foolish. Call the police when you get the chance.”

“The police?” Brother Long’s expression turned even icier at the mention of law enforcement. He sneered at Xu Niannian. “Call the police, huh?”

Casting a disdainful glance around the internet café, he proclaimed arrogantly, “Let’s see who’s got the guts!”

Upon hearing Gu Pei’s suggestion, the bystanders who had been considering calling the police froze in fear, their hands trembling with uncertainty.

Xu Niannian clutched her phone tightly, torn by indecision. Ultimately, she refrained from contacting the authorities.

With a heavy heart, she turned her gaze towards Gu Pei, silently apologizing as she unexpectedly swung her leg, aiming a kick at him from behind.

Caught off guard, Gu Pei stumbled forward, narrowly avoiding a collision with the computer table. With a swift reaction, he managed to brace himself against the table, averting a potential injury.

Gu Pei, still reeling from the unexpected betrayal, turned to Xu Niannian in disbelief.

“What the hell, Xu Niannian? I told you to call the cops! Why’d you kick me?” he exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration.

The hooligans, too, seemed taken aback by Xu Niannian’s actions. They paused their actions, awaiting Brother Long’s next move.

Brother Long, twirling a small knife in his hand, observed Xu Niannian’s approach with a sly grin spreading across his face.

As Xu Niannian reached him and took hold of his arm, she flashed a disarming smile. “Brother Long, I know you despise the Gu family. I was just messing around with him. Isn’t it hilarious how he couldn’t dodge the blows?”

Brother Long pressed the blade against her pale complexion, his eyes dark with suspicion. “You think I’m that gullible? You’re just using this kid to get rid of me, aren’t you? Think I’m scared of the Gu family? We’ll settle our score later.”

With a menacing glare, he tossed the knife to one of his cohorts. “Slice up his face. Let this punk learn his lesson that he should never touch anyone’s woman!”

While others might tremble at the mention of the Gu family, Brother Long remained unfazed. The Wang family, his ally, stood as the sworn enemy of the Gu clan.

As the lackey brandished the knife and charged towards Gu Pei, the latter, still reeling from Xu Niannian’s unexpected betrayal, found himself momentarily off guard.

His eyes widened in alarm as the glinting blade bore down on him, prompting an instinctive reaction. With a swift motion, he raised his arms to shield his face.

A surge of panic coursed through him. The sharpness of the blade was palpable; the mere thought of it slicing through his skin and leaving him disfigured sent shivers down his spine.

Their family prided themselves on their looks. Even Feng Jue, renowned for his vanity, spared no expense on skincare products to maintain his appearance. The idea of bearing a permanent scar was unthinkable.

Gu Pei recalled the surprise delivery he had signed for at home, anticipating it to be skincare products ordered by either Gu Yang or Gu Jin. To his astonishment, it was Feng Jue who had indulged in the purchase, leaving him dumbfounded.

Given the choice between blood on his hands and a scar on his face, Gu Pei knew where his priorities lay.

Yet, to his astonishment, the anticipated pain from the knife’s impact never came.

As the sound of impact reverberated through the air, Gu Pei withdrew his hand and cautiously opened his eyes, only to replace the knife-wielding assailant sprawled on the ground before him.

Standing tall in front of him, her demeanor cool and detached, was Gu Jin, clad in a black coat.

Gu Pei’s astonishment was evident. “Gu Jin, what are you doing here?”

“Who the hell are you?” the hooligan growled, scrambling to his feet and eyeing Gu Jin warily, his grip tightening on the knife he had retrieved.

Security in the area’s internet cafes left much to be desired, and patrons typically avoided meddling in others’ affairs.

Brother Long and his cronies were taken aback by the sudden intervention, especially from such an unexpected source.

“Hey, this chick’s not bad.”

“Lucky gigolo, getting a hottie to bail him out.”

“Damn, it’s been ages since I had a woman. Hey, sweetheart, wanna help me out too?”

The hooligans’ lewd remarks grew increasingly vulgar as they eyed Gu Jin with lustful intent.

Disgusted by their behavior, Gu Pei abandoned any curiosity about Gu Jin’s presence and stepped forward, his fist connecting with the mouth of the hooligan who had led the lewd comments. “Shut your filthy mouth!” he spat angrily.