"Sis! Sis! Sis! Don't kill those who surrender! It's international custom! A custom, I tell you!"
Please spare me, Your Majesty! Queen! No, Goddess!
Ji Taixian was so scared he was actually crying. If he could earn this goddess's forgiveness by kneeling on the ground, he was willing...
Xie Ning lowered her gaze to him, then glanced at the man curled up like a shrimp beside him. "So, it seems that Wang of yours wants to play dirty?"
"Excellent." Xie Ning smiled coldly and nodded slightly. "Uncle, drag them over here."
"On my way!" Song Youzhi set down his water bucket and eagerly ran to the utility room, dragging four young men, who were squealing like stuck pigs, to the doorway.
Xie Ning planted her foot on one of the young men—the one with an ear stud—and slowly crouched. The metal at her fingertip condensed into a blade, which she aimed at the young man's pinky.
