"You little slut, I'll kill you!!"
Gazing at the bloody head of her son, the woman let out a mournful wail. Her bloodshot eyes glaring, she shakily picked up a sturdy wooden stool from the ground and charged at Zhang Que'er.
Swish!
A flash of silver.
The wooden stool was cut into two, instantly turning into countless splinters.
And a red line appeared on the woman's neck, beginning as fine as a thread but quickly expanding, becoming clearly visible.
Crimson blood gushed out from this line of life.
The woman's gaze froze at that moment, filled with regret and despair. After her body weakly swayed once, it fell straight to the ground like it had lost all supporting strength, making a dull thudding noise as it landed.
The air around was thick with the scent of blood, a heavy silence spreading as the woman fell.
The two big men were scared stiff, their complexions turning deathly pale as if covered with a layer of gray frost.
