Before she could react, Bo Junyi's leather shoes had already kicked her hard.
The huge impact force kicked her nearly ten meters away, directly knocking over the medical cart parked at the door of the operating room, and metal instruments were scattered all over the ground.
Shen Qingyao cried heartbreakingly and subconsciously grabbed his arm with her hand, "Stop hitting me, Bo Junyi, let me go!"
Bo Junyi shook off her hand, murderous intent surged in his eyes, and his voice was low, as if it came from a Shura in the depths of hell.
"Shen Qingyao, I will make you pay for your blood debt with blood!"
Shen Qingyao was slapped a few more times and collapsed beside the messy medical cart on the ground, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth.
She struggled to get up, but the tip of Bo Junyi's leather shoe pressed hard against her chest.
The man's appearance in a suit and tie formed a sharp contrast with the murderous intent in his eyes.
"Bo Junyi, you might as well just beat me to death!" She suddenly threw her head back and laughed, blood splattering on Bo Junyi's shiny leather shoes. "That's perfect, I can die with you!"
A sneer escaped from Bo Junyi's throat. He slowly opened the inner pocket of his suit, and the metallic sound of the folding knife popping out was as crisp as breaking bones.
The sharp blade lifted Shen Qingyao's chin, and the cold light reflected in her terrified pupils: "Shen Qingyao, who gave you the courage to say such words?"
The tip of the knife slowly moved down, plowing a line of blood on the snow-white skin. "You think I don't dare?"
The smell of blood filled the air, and Shen Qingyao's cries pierced the silence of the corridor.
When the police's footsteps came from the stairs, Bo Junyi moved smoothly.
He precisely pried open Shen Qingyao's trembling fingers and stuffed the folding knife into her palm.
He slowly pulled off the blood-stained disposable gloves, and the metal watch shone coldly under the light.
Shen Qingyao looked at her bloodstained hands, her pupils trembling violently.
"Bo Junyi, you will definitely be punished by law."
The man bent down to look at her at eye level, and the sleeve of his suit brushed across her bleeding neck.
"I'll wait."
His voice was icy. "But before that, who do you think the police will believe?"
Bo Junyi straightened up and adjusted his tie, with a dangerous curve at the corner of his mouth.
He said slowly, "Shen Qingyao, I have tolerated you for a long time. Everything that happened today is your own fault!"
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