The woman spat out a mouthful of blood, but she didn't die. She tried to prop herself up, but failed.
Gu Qiao went over and grabbed her, tossing her in front of Gu Qingheng.
Nearby, Long Qingye, Lian Jinshu, and the others turned pale with fright, but didn't dare make a move, fearing they'd attract the attention of those present and receive a palm strike themselves.
"Tough life, huh," Gu Qingheng looked down at the woman. Even though she wore Yuan Mengzhu's face, her expression and demeanor were all wrong. "I suppose there's nothing useful you can tell me, right? Then I won't ask." He waved his hand, "Dispose of her."
The woman's heart jumped. Was he really not going to ask anything? Wouldn't it be normal to conduct an interrogation?
But by then, Gu Qingheng had already turned and walked far away.
"Wait," the woman couldn't help but speak.
Gu Qingheng stopped in his tracks.
