Chapter 20: True Enemies

"Xiaxia, did you really draw this?"

Tang Jianjun looked excitedly at Tang Chuxia who was sitting on the bed, surrounded by the things he had brought back.

Tang Chuxia quickly assembled a handgun, and only then faced Tang Jianjun's excited expression.

She saw Tang Jianjun's face switch from excitement to horror in an instant, even causing some facial distortion due to the speed of the change.

He pointed at the handgun Tang Chuxia had subconsciously hidden under the blanket, "You can actually assemble this?"

Tang Chuxia chuckled dryly, "I just assembled it randomly!"

Tang Jianjun ignored her, took the handgun out, and examined it. There wasn't a single issue. Although disassembling handguns was something they had played with since childhood, due to Tang Chuxia's frail constitution, her family never dared let her touch them much, and she also had no interest in weapons. But just as he entered the room and finished speaking excitedly, Tang Chuxia had assembled it in just a few seconds.

The speed was such that her fingers blurred.

Even his own speed couldn't match it.

Tang Jianjun glanced at the blueprint, then at the weapon in his hand, and finally at Tang Chuxia's face.

"Tell me, you're actually a member of some secret agency, right?"

Tang Chuxia was speechless.

Her elder brother apparently had some weird thoughts, coming up with such ideas.

She waved her hands repeatedly, "I'm just your sister, nothing else!"

But Tang Jianjun didn't believe her and drew his gun, aiming it at Tang Chuxia.

As for Tang Chuxia, having frequently travelled abroad in her previous life, she had trained specifically in how to fight and how to dodge gunfire, and she had even seen real combat. Her body reacted faster than her brain, rolling to the side, and with one hand, she grabbed a solid wooden chair next to her, using it as a shield. Due to exerting too much force, the chair shattered in her grip!

Looking at the chair pieces trembling on the ground, Tang Chuxia slowly raised her head to meet Tang Jianjun's gaze.

Their eyes met, and Tang Jianjun fiddled with the magazine of the gun—he hadn't loaded it in the first place, and besides, there were no bullets in the magazine.

Then…

The air suddenly fell silent.

Only the sound of the chair scraping against the floor could be heard.

The siblings faced each other but neither spoke.

Finally, Tang Chuxia let out a cry and collapsed onto the ground, her face pale.

Tang Jianjun then remembered Tang Chuxia's frail health and hurriedly rushed over to pick her up.

Looking at her palm, punctured by wooden splinters and oozing beads of blood.

"I thought I was just hallucinating!"

Tang Jianjun muttered, then looked up at Tang Chuxia, "And you say you're not a secret agent? With your reaction speed, it took me ages to get to that level!"

Tang Chuxia: …It seems hard to explain.

She could only offer a silly smile.

Eventually, watching Tang Jianjun bandage her palm and then carefully set the chair back in place, staring intensely at the spot Tang Chuxia had crushed.

"Your hands don't even have calluses, how did you do it?"

Tang Jianjun rubbed his chin, full of curiosity.

Tang Chuxia tucked her head into the blanket, playing ostrich, since she didn't know how to explain.

"Little sis, tell me the truth, did that rascal Beihuai recruit you into their organization?"

He slapped his thigh, yelling.

Tang Chuxia: …

Actually, not at all.

"What organization?"

Tang Chuxia looked confused, and Tang Jianjun realized what he had just let slip, hurriedly waving his hands, "Nothing, has that guy been bullying you lately?"

Mentioning Gu Beihuai, Tang Jianjun still remembered how the two were like water and fire. Tang Chuxia, clutching a piece of jerky, slowly grinding her teeth, said, "Of course not, if anyone is doing the bullying, it's me bullying him!"

Tang Jianjun actually believed that statement.

He holstered his pistol at his waist, reminding himself to be careful not to let such incidents happen again.

"Don't bully others too much, you're grown ups now. What if his wife finds out in the future? She might fight you for that," Tang Jianjun casually said, to which Tang Chuxia enthusiastically replied, "Then why don't I just become his wife?"

Tang Jianjun: (⊙o⊙)...

Shocked and incredulous.

His eyes filled with horror.

"Little sister, for the sake of everyone's mental and physical health, you should really lay off Gu Beihuai!"

Wouldn't the heavens overturn if those two got together?

Tang Chuxia gave him a roll of her eyes, leaving Tang Jianjun somewhat embarrassed before his gaze fell on the chair that Tang Chuxia had crushed, "When did you recover this strength?"

Tang Chuxia: -_-||

She hadn't expected Tang Jianjun to say that.

"When did I ever have it?"

She earnestly flipped through the original owner's memories several times and didn't find anything about Divine Power.

Tang Jianjun shrugged, "You might not remember, but when you were little, you had incredible strength. Grandfather's favorite walking stick was given to you to play with, and you crushed it instantly. You were only a year old then, and it really broke Grandfather's heart!"

Tang Chuxia: …

She thought her Divine Power had come with her soul, but it turned out this body already had it.

"Do you know why you and Gu Beihuai are like fire and water? Do you really think he's jealous of you having a bunch of brothers protecting you?" Tang Jianjun laughed, "It's because you once grabbed his foot and threw him out, breaking his front tooth. He cried for a long time over that!"

Tang Chuxia: …

Was the original owner really that fierce?

"How old was I then?" Tang Chuxia cautiously asked.

"Just over three years old!" Tang Jianjun set the chair right, thinking that he'd need to find some tools to fix it later, otherwise it wouldn't be usable with such a mark.

Tang Chuxia: …

At three, she had thrown Gu Beihuai, who was older than her, and broken his tooth; it sort of made sense, considering she could crush Grandfather's walking stick at one.

No wonder Gu Beihuai disliked her so much.

"But I haven't always been strong," Tang Chuxia questioned, puzzled, but Tang Jianjun's explanation made her doubt her life.

"Of course, your Divine Power only slightly recovers when you fight with Gu Beihuai. Didn't you tell me this yourself? How come it feels like you don't remember?"

Tang Chuxia: …

She really didn't know.

No wonder Gu Beihuai was so decisive against her, it felt like the resentment had a long history.

Why did it feel like the path to seducing Gu Beihuai just got even longer?

She felt somewhat like giving up.

"Big brother, then tell me, if I wanted to marry Gu Beihuai, what are the chances he would agree to marry me?"

Still not giving up, a man who totally fits her aesthetic, letting go would be a regret she couldn't live with.

Tang Jianjun thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say about the chances, but marrying you might not be impossible!" He gestured for Tang Chuxia to come closer and cup her ear to listen, then added another sentence.

Before Tang Chuxia could rejoice, Tang Jianjun's subsequent words froze her smile.