Luo Qingli was finally exhausted, turned fiercely with a chair leg in hand, and stabbed it hard into Dasheng's thigh.
Then she pulled it out and stabbed it into Dasheng's other thigh.
Truthfully, Luo Qingli didn't want to do this. She really doesn't like hurting people. Most of the time when she practiced martial arts, she didn't use weapons.
But now, at this moment of survival instinct, she couldn't afford to be lenient. Only by hardening her heart could she succeed.
Luo Qingli couldn't give Dasheng any chance to stand up. Unfortunately, her hand was restrained, otherwise she could have fractured Dasheng's bones.
"I'm sorry, I can't let you get up." Luo Qingli said, ruthlessly stabbing the chair leg into Dasheng's foot, inserting it through the entire foot, only then did she pull it out forcefully. She did the same to the other foot.
Luo Qingli felt she wasn't that ruthless; otherwise, she could have stabbed him in the heart just now. She simply didn't want to kill.
