With that in mind, Sun Chunxiang felt considerably relieved.
She turned around and headed back to her room. After putting on a mask and a hat, she walked out.
She had already coordinated with those two individuals. Once the job was done, they would meet in the dead-end alley in front of number 18 on the back street.
When Sun Chunxiang arrived at the dead-end alley, no one was there.
Just then, everything went black before her eyes as she was hooded with a sack. Then came a flurry of punches and kicks raining down on her.
Sun Chunxiang rolled on the ground in pain.
Unfortunately, this dead-end alley had been meticulously chosen by her. It was rarely traversed by anyone.
Ni Yang wielded a wooden stick yet displayed no signs of holding back.
Sun Chunxiang had tried to take her life; why should Ni Yang show her any mercy?
She certainly wasn't a saint!
"Help! Help! Someone help me!" Sun Chunxiang, unable to see anything, cried out in desperation.
