"Pop~"
Opening critical hit.
Yi Lin silently pulled the high heel out from the slender neck of the woman.
With both hands swinging the high heel like a fierce dual-handed warrior.
The newbies had indeed chosen syringes as weapons, which broke with a tap, and this woman even accidentally jabbed herself once.
The sharp bloody hole in the woman's neck emitted a whistling sound.
The woman struggled, her hands flailing wildly.
But the movements were chaotic and instinctive, only seeking to grab something in her dying moments.
"Ahhhh... Gurgle gurgle..."
Pale red bubbles welled up, mixed with the screams.
Yi Lin casually picked up a necessary tool from the toilet, lifted and sucked, drawing it in.
"You could have just held it. Going directly to explore the exit as a team of four, but insisting on using the toilet. If it were me, and I really couldn't hold it, I'd just wet my pants. Compared to death, wetting your pants isn't shameful."
Yi Lin lectured her.
