The Massacre

"Mister Li?"

Hong Ying glanced into the room. "You mean that useless piece of trash who's wet himself in fear?"

"Don't worry. We didn't kill him."

"He's still useful."

"But as for you..."

Hong Ying's figure flickered, transforming into a series of blurred afterimages. In an instant, she brushed past Gong Shou.

More than a dozen blood arrows burst from Gong Shou's body.

The wounds varied in length, but they were all shallow, merely the result of casual strokes from a long blade.

Inside the office, Bai Yun said unhappily, "Hong Ying, stop playing around. We're in a hurry."

Hong Ying shrugged. "The boss is getting impatient. Then I'll just finish this quickly."

As she spoke, Hong Ying's short hair suddenly began to lengthen inch by inch. It stopped only when the tips nearly touched the floor.

Clang.

She let go, allowing the long blade to fall to the ground.

Then chunks of crimson bone armor emerged across her body, covering her forehead, chest, lower abdomen, arms, and thighs.

Both her hands warped into sharp claws, and orange-yellow patterns surfaced across her skin.

The patterns lit up one after another, making the temperature in the corridor turn scorching hot. Sparks even flew from them at intervals.

Gong Shou's pupils slowly widened.

"You're a Bloodline! You're with the Shenghui Group!"

Inside the office.

Li Binhong had Jiang Yiming covering his mouth. His crotch was already soaked, and the stench of urine reached White Fox Face's nose.

Jiang Yiming frowned and kicked Li Binhong away in disgust.

Li Binhong fell to the floor beside Shui Se's feet. When he saw the woman's neck, which had nearly been cut through, he covered his mouth and vomited again with a loud retch.

Just then, the door opened.

Hong Ying, looking like a demon, walked