Song Wei was utterly thrown by her completely unconventional move. The old master had been shot dead by a novice firing at random.
The anesthetic took effect immediately, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with fury.
"You've gone too far! You have no honor!"
Wasn't a battle of wits supposed to be a high-level contest? Shouldn't they be having a war of words at a time like this? Where had this brute come from?!
Ye Xunzhi sneered and grabbed some tape from beside her. Under his horrified gaze, she wound the "Plasticine" around him, layer after layer.
"How hilarious. Who said I'd fight honorably? Haven't you heard? In the face of absolute force, all schemes are paper tigers. Oh, right, this is your C4 Bomb. I'm returning it. You've already activated it, haven't you?"
Ye Xunzhi had figured it out several lifetimes ago: forget honor. Fighting dirty was the best.
Just like how no one could morally blackmail you if you had no morals, throwing a thousand insults at an enemy never felt as good as landing two solid punches.
After wrapping him up, Ye Xunzhi felt that letting him die just like that seemed too easy on him, so she gave him several more solid punches.
Every punch struck flesh. Life battered you again and again until your meat became springy and smooth, and she beat his face straight into a pig's head.
What Song Wei found most evil was that this scoundrel had even gagged him. Neither heaven nor earth answered his cries.
Seeing that his eyes had gone red from holding it in, Ye Xunzhi very mercifully pulled out the strip of cloth. "I'll let you say one thing. Make it count."
Song Wei's eyes were bloodshot. He made up his mind that he