Bang! Gongsun Zhang Lan smashed the corner of the redwood table with a vicious palm strike, breaking it clean off and sending it crashing to the floor.
Her face was livid as she looked at her niece Gongsun Jing, who was barely clinging to life and burning all over. Fury surged through her.
"A bunch of useless trash!!"
She glared at the subordinates around her, all of whom had lowered their heads in silence.
"The young lady told you to take her there, and you took her there?! If she told you to die, why didn't you go die?!"
"Gang Leader! The young lady insisted on seeing what sort of person Lu Sheng was, the one who had taken her position. She forced us to go," an Old Man with grizzled hair said helplessly.
Gongsun Zhang Lan knew her niece's temperament as well. Her martial arts were mediocre, yet she always wanted to win with her brains. Her confidence had swelled far too much, and ordinary people truly could not handle her.
She also knew that venting her anger on these subordinates would accomplish nothing. Gongsun Jing had been the one to provoke him first; Lu Sheng could completely claim that she had overstepped her station against a superior.
"Fire Poison Internal Art...!" After examining her briefly, Gongsun Zhang Lan recognized the nature of the palm injury her niece had suffered.
She carried Gongsun Jing into the inner room and gently pulled aside the clothes over her niece's chest. Even through her undergarment, she could see the black-red palm print between her breasts, and her fury flared even hotter.
"What a vicious palm force!! He was trying to beat Jing'er to death with one strike!"
Without a corresponding yin-cold internal art to counteract it, that palm alone might have taken