"Winner takes all, loser stands small. The shot you fired at my husband—I avenged him for it."
Wu Rong looked up at Su Xiaomeng...
Despite the sweat caused by the pain covering his whole body, when he saw Su Xiaomeng at this moment, he still managed a slight smirk,
"You should have killed me, wouldn't that have been more satisfying? Su Xiaomeng, I was the one who killed your husband! Are you satisfied with just one shot?"
"How could I be satisfied with just one shot? Even if I cut you into pieces, it wouldn't ease the hatred in my heart."
As Su Xiaomeng spoke, she continued to press hard on the gunshot wound on his shoulder with the ashtray.
"But dirtying my hands for someone like you—it's not worth it."
"Wu Rong, there are still many days to come. In a place with no daylight, you should endure it slowly."
After speaking, Su Xiaomeng threw away the ashtray in her hand; by now, the transparent ashtray was already covered in blood.
