The red-haired woman reminded, "She’s quite a fighter."
"Hahaha!" Qiu Die sneered and suddenly glared at the red-haired woman, warning:
"Shut up. Do you really think she can fight? Even if she can, can she take on more than ten people? I’ll make sure she cries without making a sound!"
The red-haired woman dared not speak, thinking to herself that they wouldn’t normally co into contact with her at Fourth Middle School.
Outside, a commotion erupted as seven or eight young n and won noisily entered the abandoned building, laughing and joking.
Through the building’s gaps, Qiu Die spotted the crowd, and her previously twisted expression imdiately turned excited as she shouted, "Co up quickly!"
Half a minute later, the cent room on the second floor sheltered from the wind revealed faces of those who had arrived.
On one side was a group of six giggling n and won, three males and three females.
This group was ’escorting’ two people, a timorous pair of a man and a woman.
Among the three n and three won, a boy with a ruffian air kicked the timid short man and cursed, "You damned dog, you just ate my leftovers and still want to run, hahaha!"
Qiu Die ignored the short boy and stepped forward, kicking the skinny girl in the padded coat.
Instantly, the room echoed with the sound of slaps, and Qiu Die cursed while striking.
"Bitch, I heard you’re planning to tell others, aren’t you? Bitch!"
During the screams and pleas for rcy, accompanied by the laughter of onlookers, soone began recording on video, not considering the scene excessive, only treating it as amusent.
After three minutes of slapping, Qiu Die’s hand finally grew tired, and she stopped.
By then, the girl’s face in the padded coat was full of red marks and handprints.
Still unsatisfied after beating her, Qiu Die forced her to kneel and then had the stout woman, the red-haired woman, and the others join in the ’fun.’
This kind of despair was suffocating, making resistance seem nearly impossible.
When Jiang Ning arrived at the abandoned building, this was what he saw, amid the intense noise, unfolding into yet another scene of distortion.
Despite her outburst, Qiu Die still felt unsatisfied. The contemptuous face of Yang Sheng reappeared in her mind, and she longed to tear him to pieces.
Qiu Die’s gaze locked on the short boy and then the girl in the padded coat. The pent-up rage within her gradually turned into extre malice.
Her eyes beca bizarre.
Qiu Die tugged at the ruffian yellow hair in charge and suddenly said, "Do you guys want to have so fun?"
Yellow hair was taken aback, looked at the girl in the padded coat, and imdiately an audacious idea started to form.
In his mind, a blurry line existed; he knew it wasn’t right, but the dark thoughts brewing deep within began teetering over that line, ready to topple.
Qiu Die’s enticing voice, resembling that of a demon, resounded, her smile growing increasingly sinister: "Isn’t he still there?"
Her hand pointed directly at the weak, short boy.
Yellow hair wasn’t quite getting it: "What do you an?"
Seeing he still didn’t understand, Qiu Die finally revealed her plan, "Have him go first, and then you all follow."
Yellow hair was surprised, "Is that possible?"
"If he goes first, and then we... that shouldn’t be a problem, right..." As he spoke, yellow hair’s expression grew more greedy, even eager.
"Watch ." Qiu Die smirked arrogantly, slapping the short boy on the head, commanding, "You, go slap her now!"
The short boy didn’t move, and in an instant, Qiu Die treated him more viciously: "Fuck your mother, are you going or not?!"
The atmosphere grew darker, and suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the cent room, causing the group to quickly look out.
A man in a trench coat slowly erged, his expression calm and his eyes cold like a frigid pool.
The kneeling girl in the padded coat saw Jiang Ning’s unfamiliar figure, and a crack ford in her despairing heart, allowing a glimpse of light. Then, accompanied by a familiar voice from Qiu Die: "It’s you, Jiang Ning!"
The world of the girl in the padded coat plunged into deeper darkness, like icy rain into a snowdrift, silent and still.
The ruffian yellow hair man’s enthusiasm was interrupted. He glared at Jiang Ning’s handso face, wishing he could stomp it into pieces.
’This guy knows Qiu Die...’ His jealousy was almost tangible, like an inflating balloon about to burst!
The ruffian yellow hair inquired, "Who is he, Qiu Die? Where’s he from?"
Jiang Ning surveyed the cent room’s dismal scene and said, "You guys are quite sothing. What exactly are you up to?"
Qiu Die chuckled, "They pissed off, so I brought them here for a little lesson."
She gestured toward the girl in the padded coat, enthusiastically saying, "See her? You know Xue Yuantong, right? If she hadn’t been clever and obedient back then, tsk tsk... it would have been the sa outco guaranteed!"
These words ca with a tone full of regret.
Jiang Ning comnted out of the blue, "You’re quite skilled at this, huh?"
Qiu Die: "What do you an?"
After a brief shock, still perplexed, "How did you find this place?"
Jiang Ning: "It’s not that hard, trash carries a scent, just follow the sll."
Qiu Die’s expression darkened.
The red-haired woman burst out laughing, "Hahaha, are you a dog?"
The next mont, in the cent room, they all witnessed a silver light shining brightly.
With a violent whirlwind noise, it slashed through, slicing the red-haired woman into two halves, leaving a pile of multicolored, stinking matter on the gray cent floor, as if dressing it in new clothes.
Jiang Ning tilted his head slightly: "Really can’t take a joke."
Simultaneously, the girl in the padded coat and the short boy were knocked out by spiritual power.
Witnessing the grueso fate of their companion, a sharp "Ah!" pierced the cent room, a fear almost blowing off the roof.
The ruffian yellow hair’s eyes bulged in terror, Qiu Die’s legs trembled, her body shaking like a winnowing basket threshing grain.
Jiang Ning, sowhat helplessly, comnted: "I was going to have so fun with you, but is this all you’ve got?"
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