Xia Lei followed Fu Ming-Mei to a room and the bed in the room was also in the gothic style with a flowery canopy and it looked quite delicate. Fu Ming-Mei had changed the sheets and covers; they were white and clean. 

“Please let me know if there is anything you’d need,” said Fu Ming-Mei. 

“Thank you. I don’t need anything at the moment.” Xia Lei made to close the door but Fu Ming-Mei did not seem to have any intention of leaving. 

“My father said that you’re formidable.” Fu Ming-Mei looked at Xia Lei and her eyes carried a hint of a challenge. 

Xia Lei laughed. “What do you want?”

Fu Ming-Mei suddenly launched a punch at Xia Lei’s face. She went straight to it and wasted no words. 

Though he had no time to prepare himself, Xia Lei was not the boy he had been. He had practised Wing Chun for a time and a Special Forces member could not compare to his skills and reaction speed. He turned his head aside as Fu Meng-Mei’s fist flew at him and dodged her attack. 

Fu Ming-Mei reacted quickly too. The fist that missed became an open hand and it swung at Xia Lei’s...