"I underestimated my enemy," He said.
"It's too late!" Xia Yunsheng roared savagely, her grief turning into a forceful strength. She exploded with rage for the first time, rushing at him fiercely, stabbing him in the neck with a knife. Blood flowed out...
Black Dragon fought back, punching her solidly.
She was a woman, physically weaker than a man, looking delicate, as if a light touch could break her.
Mo Sichen, standing before the screen, watched her fight ferociously, like a young wolf. It was his first time witnessing Xia Yunsheng's combat power. Black Dragon's punch seemed painful, even to him, but she didn't react.
She snatched the gun from Black Dragon, aiming at him.
Mo Sichen thought she would at least hesitate but she didn't.
Bang—
One shot!
Two shots!
Three shots!
All her hatred echoed in the gunshots until she emptied the magazine.
While killing, she did not even blink.
To her, everyone who caused harm to Cheng Yanzhi amounted to two words:
Deserving to die!
