In a corner on the first floor, Zhou Ning's hair snakes were all severed, and she was kicked away. Her attacker pursued her, stepped on her throat in mid-air, and pinned her to the ground.
Zhou Ning's head swelled with blood, her face flushed red as she pushed against his foot. Unfortunately, her strength was no match for his, and her hair, which had been cut off during the fight minutes ago, had not regrown in time. Without her hair to aid her, she was almost powerless to fight back.
"A useless pretty thing," the man ground his heel into her throat with delight, "You players are only good for scaring people nowadays. That Zhou Xiao kid is your brother, right? When I'm done, I'll stew you siblings together in a pot... What are you laughing at?"
