Quick Transmigration: Only You Are the Desire of My Heart

"The rest is up to you." After saying that, A-Qiang turned and left.

"Don't worry, Brother Qiang." The second brother, who was closest to Song Qingyin, responded, then rubbed his hands together and walked towards her with a lewd look on his face.

"Little sister, be good, and your brother won't hurt you."

"Hey, second brother, you can't just enjoy yourself all by yourself." The shorter young man complained discontentedly, then walked eagerly toward the two of them.

The second brother ignored him, his eyes clouded, and approached step by step.

Song Qingyin bit her lip, watching in horror as the person got closer and closer. Just as the second man was about to touch her, her eyes turned cold and she quickly kicked out, aiming for a certain spot.

"Ah—" A sharp pain came from his lower body, causing the second brother to bend over and scream in agony, retreating repeatedly.

This unexpected turn of events stunned everyone present, even Ah Qiang, who was about to step out the door, stopped in his tracks. He subconsciously looked at Song Qingyin, who had already broken free of her ropes.

"You bitch." The fourth brother, who was the first to react, rushed forward with a fierce look in his eyes and kicked Song Qingyin with all his might.

Song Qingyin rolled to the side to dodge the attack, then stood up and looked at the group warily.

The fourth brother, enraged by his missed kick, continued to attack with a punch. Song Qingyin took a half step back, barely dodging the blow by turning to the side. Then, she raised her elbow and forcefully rammed it into the fourth brother's back the instant he brushed past her, causing him to stagger.

After quickly creating distance between them, Song Qingyin grabbed a nearby box and threw it, not caring whether it hit the target or not.

"Damn it." The second brother straightened up despite the pain, his face contorted with rage, and lunged at her from behind.

Song Qingyin's face was cold and stern. She stepped to the side with her left foot, bent over to dodge the second brother's attack, and at the same time, she used her right foot to sweep him down with a leg sweep, giving him no chance to react. She then clenched her fists and struck his temples, determined to incapacitate him in the shortest possible time.

These few movements had already left her hands numb. The original owner of this body hadn't received any training, and her stamina was depleting rapidly. Coupled with the significant difference in physical strength between men and women, even she was now being restrained. A direct confrontation was simply not an option; she had to find a way to buy time and wait for rescue.

[Host, watch out on the left.] Qingyu was a little anxious, but she couldn't help, so she could only keep an eye on the situation and remind Song Qingyin at any time.

Upon hearing the warning, Song Qingyin instinctively ducked to avoid the fourth brother's fist. At that moment, A-Qiang and the tall third brother also surrounded her from the right.

Song Qingyin is now surrounded in the center, without any tools in her hands, and is completely at a disadvantage.

"Looks like I underestimated you." The third brother, who hadn't spoken until now, had a fiery look in his eyes, as if he had seen an interesting toy.

Several people attacked Song Qingyin simultaneously, but fortunately Qingyu was able to warn her in time, allowing her to dodge the attacks. In addition, these people had not been specially trained, and their moves were full of flaws. Apart from A-Qiang, who had some basic skills, the others were not much of a threat.

Even so, Song Qingyin was still hit several times. She was otherwise unharmed, but A-Qiang kicked her in the abdomen, which made her pale. It was unclear whether she was injured inside.

[Host, just hang in there a little longer, the rescue will be here soon.] Qingyu's sweet little voice was tinged with tears, as if she wanted to rush out of the system space.

Song Qingyin no longer had the strength to respond to Qingyu. Dodging several times had almost exhausted her strength, not to mention that she was already injured. It was already very difficult for her to persevere.

"Let's see how long you can hold out." The longer Song Qingyin persisted, the colder A-Qiang's expression became, his face grew increasingly ugly, and he became more and more impatient, thus speeding up his attacks.

Seeing the fist coming at her, Song Qingyin wanted to dodge, but her body was already at its limit. She could only barely avoid it with her face and use her arm to block the punch.

Having blocked the punch, she staggered backward, and in that moment, the third and fourth brothers caught up behind her and kicked her to the ground. Feeling the weight on her back, Song Qingyin didn't struggle, but just panted heavily.

"You bitch, try dodging again if you dare!" the fourth brother said, baring his teeth. He had taken several punches from Song Qingyin during the fight and was filled with resentment. Seeing the person who had been beaten down, he couldn't help but kick her hard in the shoulder.

"Hmm," Song Qingyin couldn't help but groan, as if she heard a faint cracking sound.

"Damn it, Third Brother, get out of the way." The Second Brother, who had just recovered from the dizziness, had a somewhat distorted expression. She pushed away the Third Brother who was standing on her and kicked him a few times in anger.

Powerless, Song Qingyin could only curl up and try her best to protect her vital parts, her messy hair concealing the coldness in her eyes.

If the others could see Song Qingyin's expression, they would find that she was very calm. There was no pain or fear on her face; her calmness was frightening.

"3, 2, 1," Song Qingyin counted silently, clutching her head. "Now."

"Ahhh—" One scream after another rang out, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. As the group fell, Song Qingyin's face turned deathly pale, and she looked as if she had been pulled out of the water, drenched in sweat and in a disheveled state.

Slowly, I sat up from the ground and shuffled to the side to lean against something. The sharp pain deep in my brain felt like ants gnawing at my nerves, each one sharp and piercing to the bone.

Even so, Song Qingyin didn't utter a sound.

"As expected, even with a different body, it's still too much of a strain," Song Qingyin murmured softly, unheard even by Qingyu.

[Host, how can you use your mental power?] Qingyu stared blankly at the scene, clearly not having reacted yet.

In this small world, the host's mental power was not restricted, and he could even use mental attacks. How is that possible?

Was that mental energy fluctuation I just detected really A-level?

[Mental strength? What kind of mental strength?]

Qingyu: [Huh?]

"What's wrong with them?" Deep in her mind, Song Qingyin asked innocently, as if she really knew nothing.

Qingyu: [...]

Haha, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I almost would have believed it.

The urgent, piercing sound of police sirens came from afar, and at that moment, the screams of the four people gradually subsided.

Ah Qiang stood up, clutching his head, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. He walked step by step toward Song Qingyin. "What did you do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Song Qingyin trembled, her face was pale, and her clothes were disheveled, like a broken crystal doll.

"I'll beat you to death." The second brother, who was standing up unsteadily, reached out to hit him, but his expression changed when he heard the police sirens nearby.

"Damn it, when did the police arrive?" The group immediately ran towards the door, trying to escape. But before they even reached the door, it was kicked open with a bang.

"Don't move, hands up!" A uniformed policeman rushed in and shouted sternly.