You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene before him, and then subconsciously took a step back.

Who are these people?

Jiang Che's people?

Wait a minute, how could Jiang Che's people be these street thugs?

"Zhang Yang, you little bastard, you're pretty fast, aren't you?"

The bald, fat man who was leading the group slapped the steel pipe in his hand into his palm, his fat face jiggling as he did so. Then he raised the steel pipe and pointed it directly at Zhang Yang's nose: "You've been hiding for three months now, haven't you, trying to get away with that million you owe me?"

Zhang Yang had no idea who these people were, but the moment he saw the bald, fat man, his expression turned extremely ugly.

Isn't this the damn loan shark?

Why did we have to run into each other at this time?

"Brother Biao, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

Outnumbered and outgunned, Zhang Yang could only force a smile and walk toward Brother Biao while reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. "I'm a little short on cash lately, and I was just about to bring you some money in a couple of days."

"Go to hell!"

Da Biao wasn't having any of it. He pointed his steel pipe and yelled, "Beat him! Break this bastard's legs, let's see how he runs now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Da Biao waved his hand, and his gang of henchmen immediately rushed forward with shouts.

"Hold!"

Zhang Yang cursed and, ignoring Su Qinghe, turned around and tried to climb into the car.

"Stop him!" Da Biao shouted.

The two groups immediately started fighting.

Each time the steel pipe struck flesh, it produced a dull thud, accompanied by screams of agony, creating utter chaos.

Although Zhang Yang's henchmen were also thugs, they were clearly no match for Da Biao and other seasoned veterans who had been in the business for countless years.

Several of them were taken down in no time, all clutching their heads and writhing on the ground in pain.

In the chaos, no one paid any attention to Su Qinghe lying on the ground.

She lay there alone in the grass by the corner of the wall, like a tattered rag doll no one wanted.

Lin Wanwan screamed in terror and hid behind the bread cart, trembling with fear.

Looking at the chaotic scene before her, she was terrified, but as her eyes darted around, she suddenly caught sight of Su Qinghe on the ground.

The blind man is still lying there.

The people around them were so engrossed in their fight that no one paid any attention to what was happening here.

Lin Wanwan's mind suddenly started racing; this was a golden opportunity!

If we slap this bitch in the face now, even if Jiang Che comes looking for her later, he'll only see an ugly monster.

Will Jiang Che still want her then?

Evil arises from the heart.

Lin Wanwan's trembling hands gradually calmed down. Her eyes were fixed on Su Qinghe's face, and at the same time, she slowly took out a small eyebrow trimming razor from her bag.

This was originally her eyebrow trimmer; the blade was small, but very sharp.

Cutting open a person's flesh is no different from slicing tofu.

She glanced at Zhang Yang, who was being beaten, and then at the thugs fighting around them. Making sure no one was watching, she bent down and slipped along the wall to Su Qinghe's side.

"Su Qinghe, don't blame me."

Lin Wanwan squatted down and stared intently at Su Qinghe's enviable face.

The blade in her hand gleamed with a cold light, perfectly reflecting her狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face, making her look like a demon from hell.

"If you have to blame someone, blame your face for being too flashy. Of all the people you could seduce, you had to seduce Jiang Che."

She took a deep breath and slashed the razor blade across Su Qinghe's cheek.

go to hell!

As long as I ruin this face, Jiang Che will still be mine!

Just when the tip of the knife was less than a centimeter away from the skin—

A fair hand suddenly rose up.

Snapped--

Su Qinghe firmly gripped Lin Wanwan's wrist.

The blade in Lin Wanwan's hand stopped abruptly in mid-air, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't press it down.

Su Qinghe's grip on her wrist was surprisingly strong, unlike what one would expect from a delicate girl.

Lin Wanwan was startled and instinctively wanted to scream.

But the next second, she was like a duck with its neck being choked, unable to make a sound.

Because she saw that Su Qinghe, who should have been unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes and was now staring at her calmly.

Where was the usual gentleness and obedience in those eyes?

His dark, deep eyes were like two bottomless, dry wells; when he stared at someone, it sent a chill down their spine.

"You...you..."

Lin Wanwan was so frightened that her teeth were chattering, and she stammered, unable to speak coherently, "Weren't you... unconscious?"

Su Qinghe tilted her head slightly, looking at Lin Wanwan's face, which was already somewhat distorted, with great interest.

A slow smile curved her lips, and although she was smiling, Lin Wanwan could feel an endless chill emanating from it.

"You've been watching too many movies, haven't you?"

Su Qinghe slowly tightened her grip on Lin Wanwan's hand, which was already trembling with fear. A slight smile appeared on her lips. "What era are we living in? Still trying to pull that chop-on-the-neck move?"

I was just going with the flow, wanting to see what these people were up to.

Surprisingly, they actually caught a big fish.

Lin Wanwan felt a chill creep up her spine.

She tried desperately to pull her hand back, but Su Qinghe's hand was like an iron clamp, and no matter how much she struggled, it wouldn't budge.

"Let...let me go!"

Lin Wanwan panicked and tried to pry Su Qinghe's fingers off with her other hand.

Su Qinghe ignored her struggles and simply increased the pressure on her hands slightly.

Click—

With a sharp crack, Lin Wanwan screamed in pain as the razor blade in her hand clattered to the ground.

"Does it hurt?"

Su Qinghe then released Lin Wanwan's hand with satisfaction, and then leisurely stood up, slowly patting the withered leaves clinging to her body.

She stood looking down at Lin Wanwan, who was lying on the ground, her eyebrows slightly curved, as if she had no choice but to lower them.

"When you were trying to slash my face, did you think about how much it would hurt?"

She leaned down slightly and whispered in Lin Wanwan's ear, her voice still sweet and soft, but somehow it carried an indescribable eeriness.

"Lin Wanwan, since you want to play, then let's have some fun."