A158's ordinary features were warped into a grotesque sneer, thick with malice.
Looking at the calm, fearless depth of the other party's eyes, Qin Ruan softly laughed.
She lightly slapped the other person's face, replete with a demeaning intent: "So you thought to kill me?"
A158, in a weak position, sneered at Qin Ruan: "As long as I'm not dead, I will definitely kill her."
Those who slap him, he shall kill!
Qin Ruan's voice was icy cold, her deep, chilly eyes revealed her murderous intent: "You are not afraid of death, and you don't feel pain, do you?"
As the words left her mouth, she pushed A158, sending him sprawling on the ground.
She pressed her foot against his ankle.
There was a single loud crack.
A sound echoed from A158's ankle joint.
Looking at A158's face again, it was still calm, as if he didn't feel the pain.
He turned his head, his cold, ruthless eyes scornfully fixed on Qin Ruan.
His eyes seemed to say, "Is that it? It is not worth mentioning!"
