Butterfly spoke while recalling some very unpleasant things, and eventually couldn't contain the flood of hatred in her heart. She rushed forward in a swift step, tightly gripped the Triangular Spike, and plunged it deep into Wang Hu's chest.
Thud!
A clean and crisp sound of flesh being pierced.
Wang Hu's chest was punctured with a bloody hole, his body immediately stiffened, he widened his eyes with all his might, then looked down at his own chest. Finally, he fell backward with a thud, lying flat on the ground.
Qin Hao was also quite surprised. The seemingly fragile girl was so cold-blooded and decisive when she took action. While he was still stunned, Butterfly was looking at Wang Hu's figure on the ground, retreating in fright.
She stared at Wang Hu on the ground for quite a while, then kicked him hard to confirm that Wang Hu was finally dead. She seemed soulless, standing there dumbfounded for a long time, then covered her face and started to cry softly.
