Fu Sang slightly turned her body to the side and grabbed the man's arm.
"Crack!" The sound of bones breaking rang out.
Immediately afterwards—
The man's groans echoed through the night: "Ouch! My hand! It hurts so much! You bitch!"
Fu Sang pursed his lips in exasperation. He had intended to perform a stylish over-the-shoulder throw, but before he could even apply any force, he broke the other person's hand.
The innate superhuman strength skill given by the system is indeed very powerful.
Sigh, this doesn't fit her delicate and lovely image at all. Luckily, my little male god isn't here.
The other two men looked at each other.
"Grab her!"
Two tall men pounced on the woman.
Fu Sang raised her slender long leg, first nimbly dodging another person, and then stylishly executing a roundhouse kick.
"Bang!"
A man slammed against the wall, rolled several times on the ground, and groaned in pain.
The other man got up from the ground and saw his brother lying on the ground groaning. He looked at the beautiful woman with a solemn expression in shock.
This seemingly frail woman is actually a trained fighter, comparable to a female special police officer.
"Da da da..."
The crisp sound of high heels rang out.
The man swallowed hard and instinctively backed away.
"You, you don't come any closer..."
A cold glint flashed in Fu Sang's eyes as he continued walking towards him.
The man suddenly rushed towards her.
Fu Sang leaped into the air and delivered a horizontal slash.
"Ah!" The man screamed as he was kicked several meters away and fell to the ground, unable to move.
"Hoo hoo~" Fu Sang raised his hands and gently patted his face, murmuring, "He's not dead, is he?"
She controlled her strength; she shouldn't have killed anyone.
The man with the severed hand, as if he had seen a ghost, scrambled to his feet and fled toward the intersection.
Fu Sang didn't care about anything else. She walked to the man lying on the ground and reached out her slender, white fingers to check his breath.
Neither of the two men who fell to the ground were dead.
It's not good to check this dark alley at night. I'll check the security footage at the bar tomorrow and then come back to look for clues.
She rubbed her fair forehead and stepped out of the dark alley.
At the entrance of the dark alley, crimson blood was spilled all over the ground.
The fleeing man let out a painful groan as he desperately crawled down the road toward the alley.
When people face danger, they will want to find a safe place or companions and seek their help.
"Uh... help..."
The man made a muffled sound from his throat.
Not far away, a tall, slender young man strolled leisurely through a garden, holding a small butterfly knife in his hand, which had the distinct features of an artist.
An angelic appearance, a devilish demeanor.
The man continued until he could no longer climb, clutching his bleeding stomach and gasping for breath.
The boy gracefully half-squatted down, his beautiful golden eyes gleaming with a cold, bloodthirsty look.
He always kills quickly and decisively, eliminating his targets swiftly and efficiently.
This was the first time the prey had been slowly and deliberately tortured.
It was probably because of that lovely girl.
These people, filled with disgusting desires and brimming with sin, do not deserve to live in this world.
The boy's eyes seemed to be delivering a verdict.
【-You deserve to die.】
"No..." The bleeding man's eyes were filled with fear as he begged the boy for his life.
However--
The silver butterfly knife gleamed coldly, slicing sharply and accurately across the man's neck.
The boy's thin, beautiful, crimson lips curved slightly as he stood up and walked towards the other two.
Darkness conceals all the evils of the world; in the secluded and dark alley, the silence of the night is filled with the hue of blood.
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