Before Brother Qi could finish speaking, Su Qing stepped forward and kicked him hard. Unable to dodge, he slammed heavily into the wall. His back ached from the impact, while the spot where he was kicked erupted in excruciating pain.
"I'm… I'm from Xiangcheng. You have no right to do this to me." Brother Qi cowered in the corner, his body hunched as he watched Su Qing with dread. He wasn't a coward, but he could truly see the killing intent in her eyes—a tangible aura that promised his death.
Brother Qi couldn't understand why he was so terrified of a teenage girl. What he didn't know was that in the apocalypse, Su Qing had slaughtered innumerable zombies and taken countless human lives. Even though she was in a new body now, if she didn't deliberately conceal it, her killing intent was naturally thick enough to make one's heart shudder. All his years in the Xiangcheng underworld were nothing compared to her.
