Her stunning face was as cold as frost, her eyes hollow like a stagnant pool of water.
The bloodthirsty aura surrounding her made the rich young master tremble in fear, his limbs going weak as he frantically kowtowed on the ground.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, beautiful, I know I was wrong. Please spare me," the young master pleaded.
"Spare you?" Su Hua tilted her head, a cruel, bloodthirsty smile curling at the corners of her lips. "But... what if I don’t want to?"
Jiang Qing sighed.
Su Hua had been perfectly fine after drinking, so why did they have to provoke her?
Well, let them be her punching bags for a while.
Jiang Qing had no intention of stepping in to stop her. Otherwise, she would be the one turned into a human sandbag. When Su Hua was like this, she recognized no one. Anyone who got in her way would suffer. Only a fool would step forward and take a beating.
The young master’s forehead was bleeding profusely from repeatedly hitting the ground.
Seeing the crimson blood, Su Hua’s eyes grew even more excited.
"Young Master!" Two bodyguards rushed over to help him up. "Young Master, are you alright?"
The young master, as if seeing a lifeline, suddenly lost all fear. He pointed at Su Hua and growled through gritted teeth, "You two, go capture her!"
These two bodyguards were former mercenaries, highly skilled in combat. He refused to believe they couldn’t take down a single woman!
Once they subdued her, he would make her his sex slave, lock her up, and force her to serve him!
Heh.
The young master leered at Su Hua with lustful eyes.
The two bodyguards obeyed their master’s orders and stepped forward.
"Such fools, courting death," Su Hua licked her crimson lips.
The moment the bodyguards tried to grab her—
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
With a spinning kick, Su Hua sent each of them flying like broken kites, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough."
The bodyguards spat out mouthfuls of blood. Realizing they were no match, they struggled to their feet and each pulled out a knife.
Jiang Qing, leaning against the wall and watching the spectacle, shook her head calmly when she saw the knives.
Even if they had guns, Su Hua wouldn’t flinch at this point.
The two bodyguards charged at Su Hua with their knives.
Su Hua moved swiftly, closing the distance between them. She gently grasped their wrists.
The bodyguards’ eyes widened in shock. How could this woman possess such strength?
They were completely immobilized!
Fear flashed across their faces.
Su Hua’s lips curled into a smile as she twisted their wrists with a soft "crack," snapping them. Their hands hung limply in unnatural angles.
"Clang!" The knives fell to the ground.
Su Hua clenched her fists and began pummeling the bodyguards’ faces and bodies. They were nothing more than human punching bags, offering no resistance as she practiced her martial arts on them.
In no time, both bodyguards were bruised and battered. When Su Hua grew bored, she kicked them away.
The bodyguards clutched their chests, writhing on the ground. They couldn’t get up, nor did they want to. If this continued, they’d be lucky to survive.
The young master was dumbfounded.
His two elite bodyguards couldn’t even withstand a single move from this woman!
"Your turn," Su Hua picked up a small knife from the ground and smiled, her beautiful eyes fixed on the young master.
The young master’s legs trembled.
She was... so terrifyingly strong...
Su Hua took light, graceful steps toward him. Just as he tried to flee, she appeared before him like a ghost.
"Ah—" The young master collapsed to the ground in fear.
Su Hua crouched down, holding the knife.
"You wanted to sleep with me? Called me a whore, huh?"
"I’m sorry, I was wrong! I was blind! I offended you, Miss. Please let me go. I’ll give you anything you want—money! How much? A million? No, ten million! Is that enough?" The young master’s voice quivered.
Su Hua simply stared at him, smiling faintly. "Sorry, that’s not enough. And I don’t need money."
With that, she plunged the knife down.
"Ahhhhh—" The young master let out a blood-curdling scream. He looked down at the knife embedded in his lower body and promptly fainted.
The young master’s lackeys and the two bodyguards, witnessing this, felt a chill run through their own lower regions.
What kind of woman dares to cut a man there...
Terrified, they closed their eyes and pretended to faint.
They prayed silently, hoping the demoness wouldn’t notice them. They still had to carry on their family lines!
Su Hua’s vision was filled with blood, her ears ringing with gunfire. Betrayal and slaughter surrounded her.
Her murderous aura grew thicker, her icy gaze sweeping the area.
Finally, her eyes landed on Jiang Qing, who had been leisurely watching the spectacle.
Jiang Qing’s relaxed expression froze.
Oh no!
Su Hua had noticed her!
She was done for!
There was no escape now. She was about to become Su Hua’s next target!
She should have left earlier instead of staying to watch the show.
Those guys had already given Su Hua enough to vent on, but they all had to play dead!
"Su... Su Hua," Jiang Qing forced a smile, her voice trembling. "I’m your secretary, Jiang Qing. We’re on the same side. Don’t hurt me by mistake, okay?"
But Su Hua didn’t seem to hear her.
Step by step, Su Hua closed in on Jiang Qing.
"Quick, grab her!"
The hotel’s security team leader rushed in with a group of guards, each holding a baton, and blocked Su Hua’s path.
Jiang Qing’s eyes lit up.
Saviors!
But they were about to be in trouble.
"Miss, drop the knife now, or we won’t be polite!" the security team leader said sternly.
"Oh, more people to play with," Su Hua’s lips curled in excitement.
"If you continue to cause trouble, don’t blame us," the leader said, his face darkening.
"Go, capture her!" He waved his hand, and nine guards charged forward.
Jiang Qing crossed her arms. "Sir, I suggest you don’t provoke Su Hua," she advised kindly. After all, they had saved her, and she owed them a favor.
"What?" the leader frowned.
"Just watch," Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow.
In less than two seconds, the sound of fists hitting flesh echoed behind them. The leader turned to see his guards being knocked down one by one, some even sent flying by Su Hua’s punches.
Su Hua, meanwhile, hadn’t been touched.
"This..." The leader’s eyes widened in shock. This woman was unstoppable! A group of grown men were no match for her. She was toying with them like they were amateurs.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
