Chapter 1075 Girl and Blood
He grabbed the collar of the girl's white coat and pulled it hard, but before he could even do half of it, a crisp sound of broken bones reached everyone's ears.
The man's entire body stiffened, and the anger on his face didn't even have time to dissipate before it turned into a look of confusion and inability to react.
Only then did the severe pain of the broken bones reach his brain, causing him to fall to the ground holding his arms and letting out a terrible howl.
The air in the warehouse was as if frozen.
Everyone stared at the girl in amazement, all with a look of shock on their faces, unable to react.
Amidst the middle-aged man's painful screams, the culprit, Winter's expression, remained unchanged. She remained seated on the ground, calmly looking down at the man curled up like a shrimp, and said for the third time,
"Give it to me, and it's mine."
Rong Zan retracted the surprise in his eyes, and when he looked at the girl again, there was a subtle scrutiny in his eyes.
The other people in the warehouse seemed to finally react. They watched the middle-aged man stumble and struggle to get up, cursing in pain and rushing towards the girl with saliva flying.
The firelight made the ugly face, which was extremely red due to the pain, look extremely hideous, forming a sharp contrast with the girl's profile, which was as white and fragile as ice and snow.
They also form a sharp contrast, and the huge difference in size also indicates that there will be no suspense in the result.
The girl will definitely be brutally beaten to death by the furious middle-aged man. He may even ignore the threat from the dangerous boy and torture the girl severely first.
Some people couldn't bear it and closed their eyes, while more people stared at the scene numbly or even excitedly, unwilling to blink.
Then they saw the middle-aged man who was rushing towards the girl like a bull stopped under a palm.
It was still the hand that broke the man's wrist bone. The fragile, slender and white fingers pressed silently on the middle-aged man's face.
She didn't know when she stood up, because of the height difference she had to stand on tiptoe to do this.
In the firelight, the girl's slender shadow cast on the wall formed a very sharp contrast with the strong and tall figure of the middle-aged man. However, under such a huge contrast, the middle-aged man was pressed on the face by the five thin fingers and could not move forward even half a step.
It's like a cow with a butterfly holding its head down, the scene is so absurd that it's funny.
But no one could laugh, because in everyone's pupils, the girl's fingers gradually gained strength, and her rootless and slender fingertips gently poked into the middle-aged man's skin as if poking into plasticine.
As she moved forward, the bones she encountered seemed to become soft toys, and her fingers pierced deep into them until they reached her brain.
In the deadly quiet air, a stream of red liquid flowed down the middle-aged man's face, drowning his stunned expression that had been frozen forever before he could retract it, and his clothes that looked similar to the one he was wearing, until it gathered into a shallow pool of water at his feet.
The strong smell of blood filled the air.
The girl slowly withdrew her hand. Her fingers had been soaked in scarlet red, and even a bit of white bone residue could be seen on her skin.
When her fingers completely left the face, the middle-aged man fell straight down.
He was completely disfigured and died with his eyes open.
Winter stood there, still slender and beautiful, and said it for the fourth time without any change.
"Give it to me, and it's mine."
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