"Surround her!" the ugly crone commanded coldly.
Over fifty of her followers quickly encircled Cheng Qingsu, their Evil Qi palpable as they watched her, awaiting the crone's signal to capture her.
Cheng Qingsu leaned against the doorway, her expression grave, warily eyeing these mysterious individuals.
Especially the ugly crone, from whom Qingsu sensed an immense aura of danger.
"Is this all the people you've got? Not nearly enough for me to slaughter," Qingsu taunted.
"You've got some nerve, little slut! Stealing our nation's top-secret medical documents and killing my precious disciple. If you know what's good for you, call out your accomplices now; otherwise, once I capture you, you'll get a taste of being passed around!" the ugly crone sneered.
