"You little punk, did you really think I'd fall for your trick as easily as last time?"
Meanwhile, in a dilapidated conference room, Su Qiao held an unanswered phone in one hand and kicked the man on the floor twice with her foot, looking down at him condescendingly.
"Not bad. You killed so many people and still managed to stay free for so long. What a pity—you ran into your Big Sister today. Your killing spree ends here."
As if she had thought of something, Su Qiao's eyes suddenly lit up. She poured water over a plastic bag and pressed it against the man's face.
Before long, the man, curled up helplessly on the floor, began stretching his neck and struggling.
He looked just like a fish dying of thirst in the desert.
Unfortunately, Su Qiao felt not the slightest bit of pity for him. Instead, she said with heavy sarcasm:
"Already unable to breathe? Didn't you enjoy watching people struggle on the brink of death in the fear of suffocation?"
"How does it feel? Isn't it great?"
Afraid she might accidentally kill him, Su Qiao reached out and removed the plastic bag from the man's face when she thought it was enough.
Only then could she clearly see what the man looked like.
His cheeks and neck had turned bright red. He was breathing rapidly, and the harsh wheezing made anyone watching feel frightened, worried that he might pass out from oxygen deprivation at any moment.
"You have asthma?"
Su Qiao quickly noticed something was wrong.
If it were merely temporary oxygen deprivation, he would not have continued wheezing for so long.
"You have asthma yourself, so you can't stand seeing other people well. That's why you want everyone else to experience the agony of having trouble breathing?"
Su