"Ho ho ho—"
Yang Miaomiao’s neck was being strangled, she could only make a hoarse gasping sound, unable to speak properly.
She desperately wanted to speak, but An Mingji had no intention of listening to a word she said.
He wasn’t oblivious to the look of longing for life in her eyes.
Under the watchful eyes of Allen and the others, his elegant hands, as delicate as jade, moved slightly.
A crisp sound echoed in the empty underground space.
Yang Miaomiao’s eyes widened, and her head gently drooped.
A vibrant life withered away just like that.
Even so, An Mingji’s hand remained firmly around her neck, still gripping tightly.
In the eerie almost surreal atmosphere, the heartbeat was exceptionally clear.
Whose rapid heartbeat was it?
An Mingji slowly lowered his eyes, staring at the area of his chest.
It turned out, it was his heartbeat that had quickened.
Was it the tension and unease of erasing a life for the first ti, or the rage from having a secret exposed? Only he knew for sure.
An Mingji slowly loosened his grip.
As he released, Yang Miaomiao fell to the ground like a heap of mud.
Allen walked toward Yang Miaomiao, who lay breathless on the ground, bent down to check the pulse on her neck, then straightened up to face An Mingji, speaking in a calm voice, "Young Master, she is dead."
An Mingji turned his back to him, produced a clean handkerchief again, and diligently wiped his fingers.
As if he had so filth on his hands, he wiped them over and over.
So this is what it feels like to kill soone.
The unfamiliar sensation made it seem unreal to him.
Not knowing how many tis he had wiped his fingers, An Mingji finally turned around, glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "Send her back to Shenzhen, now imdiately, I don’t want to see her again!"
This was his final "kindness," also regarded as a warning.
In truth, he didn’t intend to resolve Yang Miaomiao so swiftly.
But she deserved it!
She shouldn’t have ntioned A Jin, shouldn’t have touched upon his most fearful insecurity.
Allen took a careful look at An Mingji’s expression, noticing the unnaturalness in his eyes behind his glasses.
Though he appeared composed, the emptiness in those almond-shaped eyes, Allen sensed sothing was off.
This was clearly a novice.
An Mingji raised his eyes, the sharp gaze eting Allen’s inquisitive look.
He pressed his lips slightly, his face full of impatience.
Allen was the first to avert his gaze, suspecting this was An Mingji’s first kill, sothing they each experienced, knowing this wasn’t the ti to provoke him.
He imdiately signaled to one of his subordinates to have Yang Miaomiao’s body removed and to send her back to Shenzhen overnight.
After Yang Miaomiao’s body was dragged away, Allen noticed so of the Siase superpower users in the cage beginning to regain consciousness.
Given the timing, it was indeed about ti they awakened.
"Young Master, they have woken up."
An Mingji glanced toward the cage, watching the superpower users with deep and intricate expressions waking up one after another.
He even saw a deep dark glimr in the eyes of the awakened superpower users.
"Get to work."
A cold and indifferent voice rang out.
Upon hearing this, Allen imdiately signaled to the subordinates behind him.
The surrounding superpower users saw the leader’s gesture, and a startling glint appeared in their eyes.
"Who are you?!" Sensing danger, soone in the cage couldn’t help but question.
Allen, with his subordinates, gradually approached the cage.
They stared at the people inside as if they were prey awaiting slaughter.
In fact, these Siase dark superpower users were indeed their prey.
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