Zhao Li, sitting on the ground, slowly raised his head and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Looking again at Ji Meishu, Zhao Li got goosebumps all over.
At this moment, Ji Meishu had lost all her prior elegance, replaced by an ugly and hideous face.
Her eyes were bloodshot, the muscles on her face twitched slightly, and the veins on her arms protruded like withered tree roots; Zhao Li had never seen such an ugly woman.
"I'm going to kill her!"
As Ji Meishu said this, the fire of rage in her chest exploded with intensity.
But Zhao Li loudly stopped her, "If you wanted to kill her, you should have done it earlier. Now do you want to perish with her? We still don't know how much leverage she has over us; once she finds even the slightest clue, it's not just you; I'll be finished too."
