"Captain, you’re injured. Let me help you treat the wound." Yan He walked over with emergency supplies, speaking cautiously. His white shirt was stained with blood, and his arm was still dripping, making a shocking sight. Only then did Yan Song realize he was injured. Touching the wound and thinking of that person, his cold, hard brow softened a bit, catching Yan He’s attention. She thought he agreed and in her excitement, she moved to unbutton his shirt. Yan Song quickly sidestepped, his gaze coldly cutting at Yan He. Her outreached hand hovered stiffly in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward. "No need, I’ll handle it myself." With those words, he turned and left, his tall, upright silhouette as sharp and cold as a sword. Yellow Hair ambled to her side, letting out a long sigh: "Sis, let me give you some friendly advice; the sea of suffering is vast, turn back and find the shore, eh?" If you continue headstrong, you’ll pay for it dearly. Yan He glared fiercely at him: "Get lost." With that, she turned and left, her steps swift and urgent. Yellow Hair scratched his nose: "Ignoring my advice comes at a cost you can already see...." She stepped out from Yam Lin’s car, watched the vehicle vanish into the traffic, discreetly scanned her surroundings, humming a tune while heading into the apartment complex. This was a well-maintained apartment in Jiangzhou, considered upscale housing. The complex had gardens and fitness facilities, with sunset light spilling onto her body as the woman walked alluringly down the path, drawing the attention of men and the disdainful murmurs of elderly women nearby. Unbothered by their opinions, she entered the elevator and pressed for the eighteenth floor. Apartment buildings rarely have the eighteenth floor sell easily, seeking auspiciousness after all; eighteen floors remind people of what? Hell, most don’t want to purchase a unit on this floor. Yet here she was, choosing to live on the eighteenth floor, how perfect Hell was. This floor housed only her unit, and as she unlocked the door and stepped inside almost instantly, she swiftly flung a blade. The gauze curtain was sliced, the blade embedded into the glass, inching deeper, marking the smooth glass surface with winding cracks. In the fluttering curtain, a tall figure stood there silently, solitary and supreme, like an alpine blossom, beyond reach. The woman’s eyes narrowed slightly, then she entered with a light laugh, "Ah, a rare visitor. How does big brother find time to stop by this little sister’s place?" The man flicked his wrist, a dagger spinning quickly at his fingertips, mesmerizing the eye, yet his stance remained utterly unmoved. Suddenly, the dagger plunged into the wooden coffee table, the resounding clang causing a slight ringing in the ears. The woman’s pupils constricted abruptly, and she retreated a few steps. "What does big brother intend to do?" "Will you do it yourself, or shall I?" came a low, ethereal male voice. It was hard to fathom a man’s voice could be so enchanting. The woman bit her lip, speaking coldly, "I don’t understand." "Because you committed a grave error today." The man suddenly turned, half his silver mask glinting with icy light, the visible part of his face shimmering like jade, strikingly beautiful, his eyes as dark as ink, unfathomable. "Heh... I did everything according to orders. What mistake did I make?" The woman stubbornly raised her head, her eyes mocking. "She wasn’t hurt at all, why the fuss? You took Queen’s joke seriously? Ridiculous." he said flatly, suddenly pulling out the dagger and advancing towards the woman. The woman’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, "No..., you can’t do this... I did nothing wrong, I’m not wrong...." "You all forgot my words from before, now, you must pay the price for your mistakes." The man raised the dagger high, slicing towards the woman’s foot. "Ah...." A shriek of agony pierced the air as the woman watched her two-severed toes, her eyes about to burst. "This is just a reprimand. If it happens again, what will be severed is your neck." The cold voice held a warning tone. With those words, in the woman’s terror-stricken gaze, the figure vanished in the blink of an eye. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novęlfire.net The woman collapsed to the ground, clutching her bloody foot, crying in pain. They were all wrong, all of them were wrong, and now she paid dearly for her carelessness, filled with hate and regret.