Even Zhou Huiqian hadn't expected it. The snake had still been posturing and baring its teeth in her hand a second ago. Then, in the next second, a white light flashed past, and the snake's body suddenly trembled violently. When she looked carefully, only its body was left, while its head had been chopped off neatly by a sharp weapon.
Snake blood instantly splattered everywhere as the snake's body struggled fiercely.
In Song Wei's hand was half a bloody poker card.
This poker card was her last resort for self-defense. She had been carrying it with her all along as it did not draw attention and could be used as a knife at critical moments.
A woman who had been tortured to death in prison had learned too many ways to hide a weapon on her body. Of course, she was also familiar with which ordinary things in daily life could turn into a killing weapon in an instant.
For example, this narrow and stiff poker card.
