Teacher Sweet lay on the floor, just like the other bound individuals.
She had been tackled, and the perpetrator was still pinning her down.
Gu Mian supported himself with his left hand on the floor, while his right hand held the chainsaw, its handle pressed across Teacher Sweet's neck.
The chainsaw was already running. Its blade tip, unsupported, rested on the tiled floor, where the teeth had ground a deep, long groove into the tile.
Tile debris flew from the groove as the blade moved, like earth churned by a plow.
If Gu Mian loosened his grip, the chainsaw would fall instantly, and Teacher Sweet's head would be severed from her neck.
The Fortune-teller's mouth fell slightly open.
Years of habit made her instinctively step forward to mediate violent disputes.
"Wait..." The Fortune-teller trembled, taking a small step forward. "Let's talk this out!"
Oh my God.
What on earth is this surreal scene?
I've never witnessed anything like this in my entire life!
