Si Fuqing stepped over the fallen bodyguard without a glance.
The tumult of her contract termination had made her face well-known among the bodyguards, who stood frozen, watching her advance without reacting.
With a loud clang, she effortlessly removed a car door and extracted another guard from within.
Realizing who she was, the guard's shock rendered him speechless. "You, you…"
He stammered, bewildered at the martial prowess of a celebrity.
"Which hand touched her, hmm?" Si Fuqing asked, holding his shoulder, towering over him with a smile. "This one?"
Without waiting for an answer, she twisted his right hand with a smile, eliciting a harrowing scream as pain wracked his body.
"But it seems I was mistaken," her smile deepened, "It must be this one."
With another snap, she broke his left hand as well.
