Qian Baoshan's sinister smile had not yet faded when it was replaced by shock.
Then, he covered his throat, staring wide-eyed at the woman.
Blood surged from Qian Baoshan's fingers, and he reached out with one hand, as if trying to point at her, or perhaps to snap her neck.
But his hand only got halfway before it limply dropped, the malice and shock fixed on his face.
The woman's eyes were bloodshot, filled with a deep-seated hatred, an unyielding determination and courage, a desperate resolve for an all-or-nothing gamble.
Perhaps killing someone gave her courage, or rather, provided a satisfying outlet for her hatred. She pulled out the dagger and charged at the other two people.
At this moment, her eyes were filled only with boundless resentment; she couldn't forget how these three men had violated her, how they had abused her. They had taken away not only her innocence, but also her hopes and the chance for survival. They plunged her into despair, destroying her life.
