Wang Qiang watched as his buddies fell one by one under the other party's sword. At this moment, all of them were no longer breathing. He was so frightened that he kept retreating. He lost his balance and fell beside the trash can.
"How dare you kill in broad daylight? I'm calling the police!" Wang Qiang's tone was filled with fear and forced calmness.
Du Yue's lips curled up slightly. Without giving him a chance to speak, she cut his carotid artery. Blood spurted out immediately, and the entire sword was stained red.
Wang Qiang's head tilted to the side, his eyes filled with disbelief and extreme fear.
He had never imagined that in this peaceful era, he would be killed by a little girl who looked so weak that she could not even truss a chicken.
Du Yue tore off Wang Qiang's clothes and wiped her Tang sword clean. She then took out a lighter and burned the clothes into a pile of ash, scattering it in the river.
