Lin Yu only had one thought on her mind: 'Han Yuan must die! This old hag must die! I'll go down in flames if she's not dead!'
Lin Yu could feel several hands yanking at her hard, but she ignored them. She was single-mindedly focused on only one thing: 'I have to kill Han Yuan, even if it means doing it with my own hands.' Her fingers tightened, and Han Yuan's face went from red to purple, but the old woman still had that mocking smile on her face.
Bang! Lin Yu felt something strike her head hard, and immense pain bloomed across her skull. At the same time, someone forcefully pried her fingers apart. Han Yuan began to cough violently as air rushed down her throat.
Something warm dripped down Lin Yu's head. She could hear Lily shouting anxiously beside her ear, "Madam! Madam! Are you alright?"
