By candlelight, the dagger's cold gleam reflected in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes. At his ear came Beauty Chu's death sentence, squeezed through clenched teeth:
"Foolish tyrant, I'm going to kill you for all the people under heaven!"
With that, dagger in hand, she charged at him with rapid footsteps.
Jingwei wants to kill me? Fuck, the assassin is actually Jingwei?
Why does Jingwei want to kill me? Isn't she my teammate? Would she need a dagger to kill me? One fireball could turn my current body into charcoal. Or maybe she isn't Jingwei? No, she had to be Jingwei. I couldn't be wrong.
Surging thoughts boiled through Zhang Yuanqing's mind, but this was not the time to think. He made a snap decision and shouted:
"Guards—"
Before he could finish, Beauty Chu delivered a nimble spinning kick straight to his jaw. With a crack, his jaw dislocated.
The rest of Zhang Yuanqing's words turned into a muffled groan. Seeing the dagger stab toward him, he hurriedly rolled away.
Thunk!
The dagger pierced the bedding and nailed itself into the bedframe.
Having missed her first strike, Beauty Chu did not immediately pull out the dagger. Instead, she closed in with clenched fists and threw a straight punch at the foolish tyrant's throat, followed by a wind-fast barrage of Wing Chun strikes to his chest.
She beat him until he was nearly suffocating, unable to speak, staggering as he fell.
Only then did Beauty Chu pull the dagger from the bed. She knew perfectly well that the foolish tyrant could not be allowed to cry out during the assassination. Once the guards and eunuchs outside the bedchamber reacted, she would surely die.
Don't, don't attack. We're on the same side! Zhang Yuanqing clutched his throat, cold sweat beading on his forehead in his