L-let me ... go please!"
Lu Wuqi pulled the dagger away, her expression unreadable. "Hmm," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.
She suddenly looked at the alpha man, her expression cold and distant. "Thank you for your cooperation," she said, her voice flat and emotionless.
She then stood up, the knife still in her hand. The man's eyes widened, a flicker of understanding dawning on his face. He tried to scramble back, but it was too late.
Lu Wuqi moved with a swiftness that belied human understanding. She raised the dagger, the blade flashing in the dim light, and plunged it deep into the man's chest. A choked gasp escaped his lips, and his body went limp within moments with bright red blood still flowing in the long corridor, giving it a creepy and ghostly vibe.
She yanked the knife free, wiping the blade clean on the man's dirty shirt.
"Dirty gangsters."
