Lu Shiyan kicked the heavy door open with a deafening crash. The horrifying scene they had imagined-Lu Xiaoxiao in danger-was nowhere to be seen. Instead, they were met with a sight that stopped their hearts for an instant before plunging them into bewilderment and disbelief:
The room was a wreck, with overturned chairs, pillows, and scattered clothes strewn everywhere. At the center of the chaos, a scrawny man in shabby work clothes clutched his head and squealed like a pig being slaughtered as someone chased him around the room.
The person chasing and beating him was none other than Lu Xiaoxiao, whom they had all been so worried about!
As for Lu Xiaoxiao right now, well... where was the helpless girl who needed rescuing?
Her hair was slightly disheveled, a few sweat-damp strands clinging to her temples. Exertion and anger flushed her face, but her eyes were astonishingly bright, blazing with fury.
She still wore the casual clothes she had returned in. Even her mask was only half removed, dangling from one ear, but none of that diminished the ferocity of her movements.
The scene could only be described as utterly brutal.
Lu Xiaoxiao wielded a thick folder in one hand, raining blows down on the man's back, while her other hand grabbed an ashtray off the table to land another couple of hits.
"Help! She's going to kill me! I told you I got the wrong person! It's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! Stop hitting me!" The man howled under the beating, his face bruised and swollen, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked utterly wretched.
"The wrong person?! I don't care who you mistook me for!" Lu Xiaoxiao cursed as she struck him, her voice strong despite being distorted by anger, her ferocity undiminished. **"You scumbag!