"Mrs. Xiao Zhou?" Fu Ying looked at him, her eyes treating him as if he were a pile of garbage, "You think you're worthy?"
Zhou Sheng's face instantly changed color.
"Tough words, but don't beg me later."
He pulled out a syringe and a vial of medication from his pocket, and in front of Fu Ying, he drew the liquid from the vial into the syringe.
"Do you know what this is?" he advanced on Fu Ying with eager eyes, "Even if you're ruined by them tonight, it will be because you overdosed."
Fu Ying twisted the doorknob, finding it locked from the outside. The house was full of Zhou family members, and they were all tarred with the same brush; calling out for help would be futile.
In the instant before the needle could touch her skin, she moved behind Zhou Sheng. The drug made her movements slow, and she quickly scanned the room.
There was a cup on the table.
A cup could be a weapon, and with her last breath, she could slit Zhou Sheng's throat.
