Xu Si felt a dull, numb coldness behind her.
Turning around, the expression on her face wasn't one of fear or dread, but an unprecedented calm.
Standing behind her was the Leather Jacket Man, the same vulgar performer from before.
His thick arm held a short, sharp dagger. He plunged it straight into Xu Si's heart, then pulled it out. The blade was covered in blood. His eyes emitted a fierce, red malevolence, and his lips twisted in hatred.
"Die, bitch, die right here! Who asked you to meddle?"
Another unprofessional performance.
Xu Si almost wanted to laugh. More often than not, she restrained herself from staining her hands with fresh blood because she had so much to do, yet she had forgotten what kind of godforsaken place she was in.
This was indeed a death trap; they had made extensive preparations.
She had been stabbed.
