She didn’t run, nor did she pathetically beg for rcy. She didn’t know who the man in front of her was, nor why he was doing this!
Was he acting on soone’s orders, seeking revenge on society, or did he simply hate her?
Even if he wanted to hurt her, why harm other innocent people? What kind of a person are you to only target won!
Her hand, as she was trying to maintain her balance, happened to land on a piece of broken glass. The shard was large, about the width of her palm, and cut into her flesh. It hurt, but the pain actually stimulated her, igniting her fierceness!
When Chen Fan fell, she grasped that piece of glass. Its sharp edge cut into her hand, yet she didn’t feel it. She held the glass fragnt with both hands and fiercely stabbed it into the man’s chest!
With a "crack," the crazed attacker appeared utterly unprepared for this: the woman in front of him, wearing high heels, delicate and frail, whom one might think needed protection, dared to strike back!
The shard pierced deeply into his chest, making him stagger backward several steps, and the bottle fragnt in his hand fell to the ground.
But Xia Siyu knew one truth: If you don’t eliminate the root, it will grow again in the spring breeze. How many antagonists in dramas die for not delivering a finishing blow? She instinctively felt this man was a threat, not only to her but that he might continue attacking Chen Fan!
She grabbed another shard of glass and stabbed it directly into him again!
"Crack!—" The crisp sound of glass entering flesh.
"Thud!—" The dull sound of the man falling to the ground.
"Ah!—" The wave of screams from under the stage.
When Xia Siyu stabbed the man, her back was towards the audience. Everyone saw him strike down Chen Fan as he advanced, and then Xia Siyu counterattacked once, and then again.
In an instant, the scene changed dramatically, blood gushing out, and then both Chen Fan and he fell together.
Imdiately after, the staff, the security guards below the stage, Wei Jingjing, and Little Tang rushed forward. Wei Jingjing quickly shouted, "Call 120!"
Then, there was Xia Siyu standing, with her hands still bleeding, slowly turning her head.
All the audience below the stage saw that she was wearing a white dress today, white high heels. Her skin was also pale, originally an immaculate image.
White was her face, her clothes, her shoes. Black was her long black hair and her black eyes.
And—her face, her body, covered in striking red. Red blood, red wine, and her calm, red lips. At her feet were the two injured n, the staff coming up to take control, with only her standing.
It should have been a terrifying, horrifying, and thrilling scene, yet she was very calm. She picked up the microphone. Without adjusting the sound quality, the microphone let out a shrill screech through the speakers as soon as she picked it up, causing the people below the stage to cover their ears.
After adjusting it, Xia Siyu calmly spoke: "I don’t know this person; he rushed up and injured my makeup artist. I responded in kind. I am responsible for what I did. I won’t run or leave. Please, call for an ambulance, report this to the police. And, do not harm my family, my friends, or my colleagues. If there’s anything, co at ; they are innocent."
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