Yang Bingqing twisted his arm behind him, stamping her heel onto his calf with effortless control. The kind of precision that didn't come from training but from killing.
Shi Ningkai spit blood. "You…you betrayed me first…You betrayed my trust! My bitch wife betrayed my trust! All of you women deserve to be in hell…"
"Correction," she smiled sweetly, though her eyes gleamed like steel. "You are the one who would be getting the hell's ticket. Front row seat. Also…" she leaned closer, her whisper sharp like a blade, "You talk about women deserving hell? You shouldn't be threatening a woman whose specialty was eliminating men like you."
Jia's brow twitched.
Aunt, that sounds more incriminating than reassuring…
Mingshen threw a lazy look at his father. "Is that why you fell for her? I can see the appeal. Killing people is damn attractive."
"Shut up," Yang Cheng muttered with a deadpan expression, but Jia could see the small twinkles of pride in his eyes.
