"Who...who are you—uh!"
The guard in charge of watching the cell didn't finish speaking before the seemingly gentle "maid" sent him flying with a palm strike. His body slid down against the wall, leaving a pool of blood.
Li Xing immediately saw Yang Zhou hanging in the center of the cell, bloodied and flesh torn. She swiftly used a palm wind to cut the rope, catching him and gently laying him on the ground.
"Principal Yang!"
"Adviser Yang—!"
"Brother Yang, we've come to save you!"
Despite wearing Lin Caier's face, Yang Zhou could instantly recognize Li Xing's identity from her tone and speech.
Yang Zhou was enduring immense pain, his muscles tensed, and his blood-red eyes fixed on Li Xing as if he wanted to speak, but nothing came out except meaningless groans.
Li Xing took out the red medicine to feed him, but she couldn't pry open Yang Zhou's mouth. Unwilling to resort to violence to dislocate his jaw, she softly pleaded, "Principal, please relax and take the medicine!"
