Su Hua narrowed her eyes dangerously.
Today, aside from teaching this woman—who dared to throw herself at Xuan—a lesson, she had another goal: to make an example of her.
Xuan was powerful, handsome, and the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang.
From what she had observed, the gang had no shortage of women.
And among them, there were surely many who secretly harbored feelings for Xuan.
If she weren’t around, countless women like Liang Xiaoxia would likely sneak over to seduce him.
Though Xuan would never let them succeed, the mere thought of these women shamelessly throwing themselves at him—even stripping bare to tempt him—filled her with murderous rage. She wanted to eliminate every last one of them.
This was her chance to set an example.
She would show the women of the Golden Dragon Gang exactly what awaited those who dared to seduce Xuan.
Even if they liked him, they’d better keep it buried deep inside. Otherwise, they’d end up just like Liang Xiaoxia.
"Your face really is quite pretty," Su Hua mused. "Let’s ruin it."
With one hand, she pinned Liang Xiaoxia against the wall. In the other, she held a knife, pressing it slowly toward the woman’s face.
Liang Xiaoxia’s eyes widened in horror.
This demoness was going to destroy her face!
No!
Her face was her greatest asset—the tool she used to seduce men, to complete her missions.
And if it were ruined… how could she ever seduce the gang leader again?
She couldn’t let this vixen take that from her!
"N-no, you can’t do this!" Liang Xiaoxia stammered in panic. "Yes, I tried to seduce the gang leader, but I failed! Even if you punish me, you don’t have to be this cruel! And if the gang leader finds out, he’ll think you’re a monster!"
Su Hua smirked. "Oh, I’ve never claimed to be kind. Even if you didn’t succeed, the fact that you tried disgusts me."
"And whether Xuan thinks I’m cruel or not… well, that’s none of your concern."
Jiang Qing shook her head.
Talking about kindness with Su Hua? Liang Xiaoxia was truly delusional.
If Su Hua had been kind, she would’ve been devoured alive in the Shadow Organization, bones and all.
The only time she showed even a shred of gentleness was in front of Young Master Lin.
But with him absent, Su Hua had no reason to hold back.
Under Liang Xiaoxia’s terrified gaze, Su Hua dragged the blade across her cheek.
"Ah—!"
Liang Xiaoxia screamed in agony, writhing in pain.
Su Hua’s lips curled. "If you struggle, I might slip and carve a much bigger wound. Then it’ll be your own fault."
Immediately, Liang Xiaoxia froze.
She clenched her fists, enduring the searing pain in silence.
This bitch… she’d pay for this!
One day, she’d make her suffer!
As Liang Xiaoxia’s screams filled the air, Su Hua carved two words into her face:
"Disgusting."
Then, her delicate fingers traced Liang Xiaoxia’s eyes.
"These eyes of yours…" Su Hua murmured. "In that room, you kept staring at Xuan with them. I didn’t like that either."
"Let’s get rid of them, shall we?"
Without waiting for a response, Su Hua plunged her fingers into Liang Xiaoxia’s right eye.
Soon, both eyes rested in her palm.
Liang Xiaoxia’s face was drenched in blood.
"Ahhh—! My eyes! My eyes!" She collapsed to the ground, howling in anguish.
Su Hua opened her hand.
"Here they are."
Seeing this woman flaunt herself in front of Xuan earlier had nearly driven her to madness.
She’d never hurt Xuan, of course—but this temptress? She’d suffer in his stead.
"Since you’re looking for them, I’ll return them to you." Su Hua smiled sweetly.
She placed the eyeballs into Liang Xiaoxia’s trembling hands.
The onlookers held their breaths.
Was this a scene from hell? Forcing her to hold her own eyes?
But the Golden Dragon Gang members had no idea—the worst was yet to come.
Su Hua suddenly gripped Liang Xiaoxia’s hand and squeezed.
"Pop—!"
The slippery orbs burst apart in her palm.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
The gang leader’s girlfriend… was this ruthless?!
They’d always assumed she was some delicate, fragile flower—someone who needed protection.
But this? This was no flower.
This was a goddamn dragon.
Every member present mentally scrambled, trying to recall if they’d ever offended her.
This was her first visit to the Golden Dragon Gang.
Surely, they hadn’t crossed her… right?
A wave of relief washed over them.
Thank god. At least they were safe.
The gang leader's girlfriend is truly terrifying.
If you really offend her, there's no telling how she'll torment you in the future.
Liang Xiaoxia also realized she had crushed her own eyeballs.
"Ah—"
She let out a pained, agonized scream.
"I'll fight you to the death, you fox spirit—"
Liang Xiaoxia struggled to her feet from the ground and charged forward.
Now blind, she had no idea where Su Hua was.
Su Hua had moved behind her, and Liang Xiaoxia remained completely unaware.
"Thud—"
Su Hua raised her foot and kicked Liang Xiaoxia from behind.
"Ah—"
Liang Xiaoxia fell face-first onto the ground, eating dirt.
"I remember your hands also touched Xuan earlier. Those hands... you don’t need them anymore."
Su Hua gripped the small knife and, with one swift motion, severed Liang Xiaoxia’s hand.
"My hand! My hand!"
Even with her high pain tolerance, the triple torment of losing her eyes, her face, and now her hand made Liang Xiaoxia wail uncontrollably.
Su Hua curled her lips into a smirk.
What she loved most was making people wish they were dead.
"You vicious witch! You’re so cruel—you don’t deserve the gang leader!"
Liang Xiaoxia gritted her teeth and spat, "I curse you! May you never win his love, may he see your true nature, and may he abandon you!"
The air around Su Hua grew even more dangerous.
Jiang Qing shook her head, sighing inwardly.
Sometimes, she truly didn’t understand people like this.
Wouldn’t it be better to just beg for mercy?
Instead, they had to provoke their tormentor, inviting even worse suffering.
Jiang Qing mentally lit three candles for Liang Xiaoxia.
Su Hua smirked. "You want to see me and Xuan break up? Never. In this lifetime, we will never be apart."
Because even if Xuan tried to leave her, she would lock him away.
How could she ever give him the chance to escape?
"And the words coming from your mouth... I don’t like them either."
Su Hua chuckled darkly. "I think you don’t need this tongue anymore. Don’t you agree?"
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