Now, there was a problem.
How to dispose of the corpse after a murder?
And it was her own corpse.
Li Mumu held her own head in her hands, hesitating.
A normal person, of course, couldn't possibly twist off another person's head from their neck with their bare hands.
The martial arts blow she had been planning for a long time had only managed to tear open the other's throat and carotid artery.
The school's martial arts instructor certainly wouldn't teach such a vicious killing technique, but fortunately, the security guard at the school gate was a retired king of soldiers.
He was the kind of good person who could lay down his butcher knife and instantly "Becoming a Buddha".
After three years of apprenticeship, Li Mumu had learned quite a few things.
Then, while searching the body, she found a surgical knife.
It was the same knife she had held in her hands the night before.
