The assassin was sobbing as he slowly turned back to his original spot, pleading, "Miss Su, please be gentle, I'm actually very fragile."
"Okay, I will be very gentle."
After saying this, Su Meimei gave it her all and fiercely swung the golf ball out, the next second, with a loud thump, the ball struck right at the base of the man's thigh, just millimeters from the critical spot. Despite this, it still caused his entire face to contort severely with pain.
"What a pity." Su Meimei looked regretful and said unwillingly, "No, I have to go again."
Go again? The assassin felt like crying as he fell to his knees, "Miss Su, please spare me."
"Stand up."
"No."
"Huang..."
No sooner had Su Meimei finished speaking than Huang let out a terrifying low growl, as if he was about to strike at any moment.
The assassin immediately stood up straight as a rod.
"That's more like it."
Su Meimei was quite happy and continued to swing her club.
