All Deserve to Die

Jiang Qing gritted her teeth and stepped forward from the crowd.

"President Su, please go back to your room," Jiang Qing said, doing her best to steady her nerves, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably.

When President Su was in this state, she had no rationality—her eyes saw only slaughter, unable to distinguish friend from foe.

Whether it was her own people or enemies, she treated them all the same.

This time, Jiang Qing feared she would be the first target.

"Whoosh!"

Su Hua’s icy, chilling gaze locked onto Jiang Qing.

All Jiang Qing could think was… she was done for.

Being stared at like this by President Su meant she’d either die or be skinned alive—unless Young Master Lin arrived in time.

The next second, Su Hua appeared right in front of Jiang Qing, her lips curling into a bloodthirsty smile.

Here she comes.

President Su was coming.

Jiang Qing had no choice but to brace herself, summoning all her strength to desperately fend off Su Hua.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

After ten exchanges, Jiang Qing was defeated, completely powerless to fight back.

Weakly, she pulled herself up from the ground, clutching her chest as she leaned against the railing for support.

Su Hua advanced step by step, closing in on her.

Before Jiang Qing could react—"Bang!"—Su Hua’s fist, moving so fast it stirred the air, slammed into her right eye.

Jiang Qing had no time to dodge. With another "Bang!", her left eye was punched for good measure, as if Su Hua found asymmetry displeasing.

"Ah—!" Jiang Qing covered her right eye, already feeling the swelling—she’d be sporting black eyes for a while.

But it wasn’t over yet.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Su Hua rained down punches on Jiang Qing’s body, treating her like a punching bag.

Seemingly bored with how weak Jiang Qing was, Su Hua finally delivered a brutal kick to her stomach.

With a heavy thud, Jiang Qing crashed onto the floor again, clutching her abdomen in agony.

President Su was terrifying—against her, Jiang Qing could only take the beating.

Su Hua’s gaze shifted from Jiang Qing to the surrounding bodyguards.

The men gulped, exchanging fearful glances.

One gestured silently, signaling for them to attack together.

The others nodded in unison.

They rushed Su Hua as one.

Su Hua lashed out with a kick, sending one flying into the air.

Her sharp eyes darted to the sides—two bodyguards lunged at her shoulders, attempting to pin her down.

With a smirk, she grabbed their collars and smashed their faces together.

Blood gushed from their noses as dizziness overwhelmed them, and they collapsed.

The remaining bodyguards, undeterred, charged forward one after another.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fists met flesh as bodyguards were sent flying, many left bruised and battered—a pitiful sight.

As expected, against President Su in this state, they were nothing but cannon fodder.

This was… terrifying beyond words.

Yet Su Hua showed no mercy, hauling them up from the ground to continue the beating.

As long as they had breath left, she wouldn’t stop.

Her eyes burned crimson, lips twisted in a predatory grin.

This world was too dark.

Everyone deserved to die.

Well… except for her little bed slave.

A bodyguard crashed beside Jiang Qing, groaning as he clutched his stomach.

"Secretary Jiang," he gasped through gritted teeth, "when the hell is Young Master Lin coming? We can’t hold on much longer!"

Jiang Qing shook her head weakly. "I don’t know."

Speaking tugged at the cuts on her lips, making her hiss in pain.

"I want him here more than any of you," she said despairingly.

Today’s President Su was worse than ever.

If Young Master Lin didn’t arrive soon, she’d be dead.

All the bodyguards now lay motionless on the ground—only Jiang Qing, dressed differently, remained standing.

Su Hua’s gaze zeroed in on her.

Jiang Qing’s hair stood on end.

Why… why was President Su staring at her like that?

"Tap."

"Tap."

The click of Su Hua’s heels echoed as she approached. Jiang Qing’s heart pounded wildly.

"President Su," she forced out, masking her terror, "I’m your secretary. These bodyguards are yours too. Don’t… hit the wrong people."

"My people?" Su Hua scoffed. "I don’t keep such useless subordinates."

Jiang Qing: "…"

Were they useless?

The memory of Su Hua’s brutal efficiency flashed in her mind. She swallowed hard.

Okay, fine. Compared to President Su, their so-called elite skills were trash.

Su Hua grabbed Jiang Qing’s collar, hoisting her up effortlessly.

Jiang Qing’s eyes filled with despair.

Was this the end?

"Where’s my little bed slave?" Su Hua demanded coldly.

…Huh?

Jiang Qing blinked in confusion.

"Where is he?" Su Hua’s voice turned dangerously soft.

Realization dawned—she meant Young Master Lin!

Even in this state, President Su remembered him as her bed slave.

There was hope!

"President Su," Jiang Qing said eagerly, "I’ll call him right now. Just wait a moment!"

She snatched a phone from the floor, only to find it locked.

"Whose phone is this?" she snapped.

"Mine," a battered bodyguard groaned, struggling to his feet. He input the passcode and handed it over.

Jiang Qing immediately dialed Lin Xuan—even putting it on speaker to reassure Su Hua.

But fate was cruel.

Lin Xuan’s phone was dead.

A robotic female voice responded:

"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

Jiang Qing: "!!!!"

Never before had Young Master Lin’s phone been unreachable. Why now?!

"Can’t reach him?" Su Hua’s eyes narrowed.

Jiang Qing stammered, "M-maybe his phone has no signal or ran out of battery! He has bodyguards with him—let me try another number!"