With so many people surrounding Lan Yue, she didn't care at all. She applied force with her hand again, and the sound of cracking bones came from the woman.
With her other hand, she slapped the woman's face, then grasped her neck.
"Try cursing one more time, and see what happens. You don't get to boss me around."
Lan Yue's skills were naturally not bad, and the woman never expected her to be so audacious here. Totally unprepared, the woman's face turned livid, unable to make a sound from her throat.
"Let go, or we'll shoot."
The door of the lounge finally opened from the inside, and Lan Huan and John walked out.
Upon seeing the situation outside, Lan Huan frowned and said with pursed lips, "Lan Yue, let go."
Lan Yue released her grip, directly tossing the woman sideways onto the floor, then sat on the sofa nonchalantly.
As if she wasn't the person who had nearly strangled another just a moment ago.
