"Bang!"
Xu Shuo kicked him, sending him flying.
Her low-heeled leather shoes stomped ruthlessly onto the man's chest and abdomen. The immense force flung him against the wall, where he slid down, and the fruit knife he had been clutching flew from his grasp.
The man collapsed onto the ground, retching acid, as the pain in his chest brought him back from the brink of madness.
He struggled to lift his head and saw the girl take a few steps to pick up the fruit knife that had fallen to the floor. She even tested its sharpness in her hand.
Then, she looked over at him.
Xu Shuo said with a light laugh, "It's really sharp, huh? You love her so much, you must want the same outcome as her, right?"
The sunlight from outside couldn't penetrate the room, as the girl looked down from her lofty position, her eyes dark with an uncontrollable sense of extreme terror!
The man curled up in the corner trembling out loud, "You... who the hell are you, are you a demon..."
"A demon?"