That shadowy figure has reached Mrs. Yue. Yan Qingsi could only watch helplessly as the cold gleam of the knife disappeared in an instant.
Yan Qingsi's pupil dilated. All sounds seemed to be distant, and the actions of people around her slowed down.
She heard Yue Tingfeng shouting: "Ma…"
She saw Mrs. Yue's body falling slowly to the ground, like a kite with its strings cut.
At that moment, Yan Qingsi's mind was blank, as though she was separated from this world.
Yue Tingfeng rushed forward and held onto Mrs. Yue, kicking that shadowy figure aside.
The hotel security guards were rushing quickly to the scene, pinning the assailant, made a police report, and called the ambulance.
In the middle of the night, the originally quiet hotel entrance was suddenly a bustling scene.
The assailant that was pinned to the ground muttered crazily: "She's dead, dead...I really killed her…"
