"It's very good,"
Qin Yu smiled, twisting her finger, and like kneading a clump of soil into a pellet, she molded the blade into a small metal ball. With a flick of her fingertip, she launched it into the air, hitting something twenty meters up.
Bang!
It was a drone.
It exploded, plummeting to the ground.
The bodyguards outside reacted, rushing in.
In the corridor, Zhang Yu was already on his way.
Clang clang! Qin Yu forcibly broke the shackles on her wrists and ankles.
"Now, you stay where he takes you, do as you are told,"
"Don't leave until I find you,"
Qin Yu's voice was hoarse, and tense as she dropped the heavy shackles, turning to leave.
Her wrist was grabbed.
He was very weak, his pupils beginning to dilate, his thin lips bloodless.
"You're angry."
Qin Yu turned to look at him, silent.
"I didn't mean to, I never thought... that I'd come to your place like this,"
"I know you don't like it."
"Sorry."
"Elder Sister."