Number four turned her face to the side, not expecting the change that happened. She instinctively swung her wrist, intending to withdraw the whip. The whip was wrapped firmly around the railing. She could not get it to move even after tugging forcefully. Her body staggered forwards under the force of the rebound, and she was dragged down the steps.
The 'weapon' that Song Qingxiao had thrown at the red whip lady knocked against the wall behind her with a loud clang. It tore off some paint from the speckled walls before it fell to the ground with a clatter.
The red whip lady quickly turned her head and tried to steady her body that was leaning forwards. She had not got over the glee of catching Song Qingxiao. There was still a smile on her lips, and her eyes were wide as she swung her arm one again.
