The young woman crouched down, a sorrowful look on her face as she gazed at the nose-ringed youth, then sighed. "Sigh! Little Lü, rest in peace. It's not that I don't want to save you, but in college I only dissected donated cadavers and learned some basic human anatomy. I really don't have any first-aid experience. If I step in, you'll only die faster and go more peacefully. How about it? For the sake of being teammates, shall I send you painlessly through your final journey?"
"Save... me..." Lü Rang's pupils gradually lost focus, yet driven by his powerful will to live, he still struggled to spit out words through blood.
"You're making this difficult for me. In your current condition, even the slightest movement will speed up your death."
Bang! Another heavy whip kick swept hard across the frail neck, kicking Granny Yu—who had defied fate and climbed back to her feet—back to the ground. Her skull cracked and bent, smashing against the pavement.
Yuan Zhu stepped forward in tiny quick strides, then delivered a vicious War Stomp to that thick, hard skull, sending the old granny straight into the stone slabs.
Mai Lili, who had just gotten to her feet, happened to witness this midnight murderer stomping the fallen old granny's head into the flagstone street. She shuddered and did not dare meet his eyes.
Yuan Zhu also spotted Meng Xiyue stuffing a grenade against Lü Rang's chest, helping him clasp it in both arms, about to pull the pin. He abruptly shouted, "Feed him tomatoes, idiot!"
Yuan Zhu's reminder made the pink-haired murderer freeze. Her hand, which had pulled out the pin, suddenly stiffened. Then she turned, smiled at Lü Rang, who was staring wide-eyed at his mortal enemy, and said, "Congratulations, you can be saved!"
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