Chapter 390: Killing An Xiaobei

At this time, everyone else had left. Except for An Nan, Gu Zhiyu and Fugui, only Liu Xiulian and An Xiaobei were left in the corridor.

An Nan rolled his eyes at An Xiaobei and said, "What are you yelling about? You're just talking big. If you have the guts, take action!"

Then he turned to Gu Zhiyu and said, "I think she hit her head and became stupid."

Gu Zhiyu lowered his eyes and glanced at An Xiaobei.

Indeed, this woman's head was covered in blood, but she still had the energy to go crazy.

So I commented expressionlessly: "She does look mentally disturbed."

An Nan curled his lips and pointed at An Xiaobei: "What kind of disease is this... on her body? It can't be transmitted through the air, right?"

Gu Zhiyu replied seriously: "I don't know. I have never come into contact with people like her. I'd better be careful."

As he spoke, he took out a gas mask, gave each person one, and put it on their face again.

Seeing his disgusted look, An Xiaobei became even more insane and almost fainted from anger.

What kind of person?

What kind of person is she?!

An Xiaobei usually likes to act noble, so how could she bear being looked down upon by An Nan's boyfriend?

So he tried desperately to stand up and fight them, but the wound on his shoulder bled even more severely when he exerted force.

But she seemed not to feel any pain and tried desperately to get up and rush forward.

Annan said with a "tsk". "Ayu, be careful. She's bleeding. That blood must be even dirtier."

As he spoke, he also put the dog's gas mask on it.

Liu Xiulian felt extremely distressed when she saw her daughter's expression. She knew that Annan and the others were deliberately using Xiaobei's disease to hurt the child!

So he couldn't help but frown and shouted, "Shut up! Stop provoking her!"

An Nan pursed his lips, took two steps forward, raised his leg and kicked Liu Xiulian hard, sending her flying.

"You're still shouting?"

She handed the gun in her hand to Gu Zhiyu, took out a pair of gloves from the space and put them on, and walked towards the direction where Liu Xiulian landed, saying:

"You don't think that your fate will be worse than your daughter's, right?"

Annan really hated An Xiaobei, but he hated Liu Xiulian even more.

This vicious woman not only interfered with my mother's marriage and destroyed her family, but she even dared to use spices to poison.

Killing her ten thousand times would not be enough to quell the anger in my heart!

That spitting An Xiaobei was nothing more than the product of her and her scumbag father's sin. Like her and An Xingye, he was selfish, vain, jealous, and full of evil thoughts.

For Annan, the person who really needs to be dealt with urgently is Liu Xiulian, the murderer who killed her mother.

"Have you forgotten that you murdered my mother?"

Without waiting for Liu Xiulian to say anything, she raised her arm and punched her hard, knocking out her teeth.

Then he raised his hand and punched her again, knocking her chin crooked.

Then he threw punch after punch, which made Annan feel exhausted and even sweaty.

In order to allow An Nan to vent his anger on Liu Xiulian, Gu Zhiyu deliberately shot An Xiaobei, who was lying restlessly on the ground.

The lives of the mother and daughter must be saved for An Nan, so he still did not shoot at the vital parts, but only hit An Xiaobei's leg, making her unable to move.

Following An Xiaobei's scream, Liu Xiulian, who was lying on the ground and almost beaten to death by An Nan, suddenly raised her head tremblingly and banged her head heavily to the ground.

"Annan...Auntie, I kowtow to you..."

"Xiao Bei... she doesn't know about your mother's affairs. It's all my fault. I'll pay for your life..."

"Please...let Xiaobei go, she is your...your sister."

Annan took a breath, wiped the sweat off his face, and sneered, "I am an only child, but I don't have any sisters."

Then he turned around and glanced at An Xiaobei: "It seems that you still care about your daughter very much!"

Having said that, he turned around and walked towards An Xiaobei again.

Liu Xiulian's heart skipped a beat and she stretched out her hand weakly: "You, what are you going to do..."

An Nan took out the three-edged thorn, stood in front of An Xiaobei, turned around and gave Liu Xiulian a sinister smile:

"Of course, it's to let you experience the feeling of losing a loved one."

After saying that, he stabbed the knife fiercely into An Xiaobei's body.

"No!" Liu Xiulian was extremely anxious, but she had been beaten by Annan with multiple fractures all over her body. She could not move at all and could only beg for mercy weakly.

Annan ignored her, pulled out the triangular dagger in his hand, and then stabbed it again.

It was the same method used to deal with An Xingye. Every cut of the knife had to avoid vital parts, letting the pain torture her again and again until she bled out or died of pain.

Annan stabbed with great passion, but An Xiaobei, who was about to die, was not afraid.

Perhaps it was because she had been tortured by the Canglang Gang before and had already lost the will to live, or perhaps it was because she didn't want to bow her head in front of Annan.

So she endured the severe pain and actually laughed:

"Annan, I'm not afraid of death! What can you do to me?"

Then, panting, he tried to win back a game before dying:

"North up, South down, North up, South down... When my father named me, it was destined that I would be better than you!"

Annan stopped and looked down at her.

When she first heard the name An Xiaobei, An Nan knew that in the heart of her father An Xingye, An Xiaobei was indeed ranked above her.

But she didn't care. She had already killed the old man with her own hands.

So he raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? So you have some metaphysical advantages in the name?"

Seeing An Xiaobei lying there weakly, trying hard to hold his head up to act noble, An Nan sneered and asked:

"Then why are you still inferior to me in every aspect?"

This touched An Xiaobei's heart: "How can I not be as good as you?! I am better than you. I am better than you in every way!"

Annan said jokingly, "For example?"

An Xiaobei's lips moved but he couldn't speak.

Annan answered for her: "Well... in terms of the thickness of my skin, I'm definitely not even one ten-thousandth as thick as you are."

Seeing An Xiaobei's breathing quicken due to anger, An Nan continued:

"As a person, you are not as good as me. As for your skills, you are not as good as me. As for your looks... Tsk, you are really average."

Having said this, she turned around and glanced at Gu Zhiyu, who was standing next to her like a jade tree: "To be honest, even in terms of luck, I am a little better than you."

"An Xiaobei, admit it, you are jealous of me to the point of going crazy."

Annan spoke only a few words, without a single curse word, but every word touched her heart.

An Xiaobei's defenses were broken instantly, and tears started streaming down his face.

Based on what?

On what basis?!

It shouldn't be like this!

Annan saw that her previous fearless expression had finally faded away and her face was filled with resentment and sadness, so he quickly raised the bayonet in his hand and stabbed it into her heart.

"Death in despair!"