"Enough is enough?"
Musheng's lips curled into a smile as gorgeous yet as dark as the mandrake flower, and suddenly she charged forward with a speed that none could avoid, not even defend against. In an instant, several security guards were subdued, and as their agonized cries filled the air, the scar-faced man's pupils shrank. He tried to subdue Musheng but found that though her figure was right before him, he couldn't touch even a corner of her clothes.
By the time he reacted, Musheng was standing in front of him, her eyes filled with a bloodthirsty murderous intent. He saw his own face, now pale and covered in cold sweat, reflected in her pupils.
"Enough is enough? I've lived for so many years, and no one has ever dared to say those four words to me!"
