Qinghe's gaze was icy as she thought to herself, desperate for death, don't think you're unseen in the woods, so fond of playing with women, today lets you play to your heart's content.
With a mocking glint in her eyes, her body shifted to the side in a blur.
"Ah," the crowd could only see a flash of cold light and that figure swift as lightning, dazzling to the eyes. Before they could make out what was happening, a scream of agony ripped through the air, so wrenching that it made their hearts tremble.
The man lay on the ground, curled up, hands desperately covering his groin, while blood trickled through his fingers, his face deathly pale, beads of sweat emerging, his features twisted together in a grotesque knot, howling in excruciating pain.
The onlookers turned pale, subconsciously crossing their legs, thinking what a ruthless girl - that was Boss's only hobby, womanizing, and now she had cut off his manhood with a knife, a fate worse than death itself.
