Slash.
A sharp blade pierced through East Yixiong's chest and was swiftly withdrawn by someone.
Then, East Yixiong released his grip from around Yuan Yuxi's neck.
As he turned and saw the face of the person who had stabbed him from behind, his eyes widened to their fullest.
His eyes were filled with anger, pain, and disbelief.
Standing on the railing, East Yixiong's vision darkened, and he fell off the building, his arms outstretched like a kite drifting down from the rooftop.
Bang!
Blood splattered, brain matter scattered—East Yixiong was dead.
Yuan Yuxi struggled to catch her breath. As she turned around, she saw a woman with an ethereal beauty standing behind her.
This woman was none other than Qian Songyixue, whom she had always disliked.
She was stunned, unable to believe that Qian Songyixue had saved her.
Qian Songyixue tossed the blood-dripping Samurai Sword to the ground.
Then she turned to leave.
