Zhan Dongdong wrapped the chain in his hand around his neck, pressed down forcefully, bent down to cover his mouth, and then quickly pushed the pill hidden in his cheek back into his mouth.
The sensation on his lips stunned Su Qinghou.
King and Kun were also dumbstruck; they had never seen, truly never seen a woman so audacious in front of Young Master Zhi. By the time they reacted, it was already too late.
With a jab of her elbow, Su Qinghou felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and coughed. The pill rolled down his throat.
His face turned blue, his eyes were cold enough to freeze someone to death. After five seconds of silence, he cursed, "Fuck!"
"Young Master Zhi!"
King stepped forward, intending to protect him—
Su Qinghou exploded with rage, "Get out!"
He hooked the woman's waist, flipped over, and pressed her down hard on the ground, his eyes dark and tumultuous like a storm at sea: "I'm going to kill you right now."
