"Really? I thought you were the ones who should surrender."
Gongyang Xin smiled.
"Hm?"
A sense of foreboding had barely crossed Liu Zheng's mind when illusions sprang up before his eyes.
He seemed to have become a straw man nailed to the ground, while Gongyang Xin stood before him, clutching an embroidered shoe and staring at him intently.
The girl's eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted into something terrifying, like a resentful woman whose younger sister had stolen her parents' love in childhood, whose best friend had stolen her beloved man in youth, and whose cherished son had married that best friend's daughter in old age and never cared for her again.
"I'll beat your little head, beat you until tumors grow on your brain!"
"I'll beat your little face, beat you until white sores cover it!"
"I'll beat your little hands, beat you until you're down and out with nowhere to go!"
"I'll beat your little feet, beat you until you have to drink medicine for every meal!"
Gongyang Xin viciously cursed as she fiercely smacked every part of Liu Zheng's body with the embroidered shoe.
And with every movement she made, Liu Zheng also felt—
Well, he felt nothing at all.
Liu Zheng looked at Gongyang Xin strangely, as though watching an attention-seeker who insisted on performing during military training.
"Say."
He suddenly spoke, startling Gongyang Xin into looking up in shock.
"You've been chanting over there all this time, but aside from hurting my ears, it doesn't seem to be doing much. Why not just grab those slippers and fight me to the death?"
Liu Zheng teased.
"How is that possible?"
Gongyang Xin looked utterly incredulous.
"In Metropolis, nothing is impossible."
He tried to stand, only to discover that he still could not move.
"So that's it.