Chen Nian opened her eyes.
The dozen or so demons who had been threatening to kill her moments ago now lay sprawled on the ground like dead dogs!
Some clutched broken legs, others held shattered arms.
As for the black-market doctor they called the Butcher, he had collapsed in terror. His crotch was soaked, giving off the sharp stench of urine.
He scrambled backward on hands and feet. The composure and cold indifference he had shown earlier were gone, replaced by sheer panic!
"P-please, sir! Spare me! Spare me!"
He dropped to his knees and knocked his head against the floor again and again.
"It wasn't my idea! I... I was just paid to do a job! It was Yang Tianhao! He sent me! Please, let me go!"
Yue Xiaofei glanced at him coldly. "Are these the hands you use for this kind of work?"
"N-no..."
The doctor tried to explain.
But Yue Xiaofei had no patience left for him.
He stepped forward and brought his foot down hard on the doctor's hands!
Crack! Crack!
Two bone-chilling snaps rang out almost at once!
"Aaaah!"
The doctor let out a bloodcurdling scream, rolled his eyes back, and passed out from the pain.
To Yue Xiaofei, it was as though he had merely crushed two ants.
He turned and walked over to Chen Nian, then untied the ropes around her wrists and ankles.
The ropes had been pulled so tight that they had cut into her skin, leaving thin traces of blood.
Yue Xiaofei's movements grew gentler still.
He was afraid of hurting her.
Chen Nian stared at the young man before her, his military uniform crisp despite the dust and blood staining it. Her mind went blank.
She could smell the heavy scent of blood on him.
And she could feel