The woman's eyes widened in horror. Her lips trembled, but she still spat out through her pain and fear. "Even if you kill me, we won't stop. We'll never stop until our goal is achieved!"
Xia Yuqing's eyes turned sharp, her voice icy as steel. She leaned close and sneered. "Then let them come. If one comes, I'll kill one. If a hundred come, I'll kill a hundred. If a thousand come, I'll kill a thousand."
With that, she twisted her hands with ruthless precision. A sickening crack echoed in the small washroom. The woman's eyes froze wide in shock before her body went limp. She collapsed to the floor, lifeless.
At that exact moment, the door creaked open.
Lu Jinchen stood there, his expression tight with worry. For a long heartbeat, he didn't move, only took in the sight before him—the body on the ground, Xia Yuqing's cold face, and the faint redness on her hands.
