My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 962: Dazzling Slaughter
Ye Lu was restrained by him, and no matter how much she struggled, he wouldn’t let go.
Her heart beat violently, feeling an unparalleled firmness and heat on her lips, as if a fierce fire was burning her heart.
ThirdYoung Master Jun released her, his eyes — close by — deeply gazing into hers,
"Don’t talk tough if you’re going to cry. For your tear, dying is without regret!"
Ye Lu’s eyes were moist, tears sliding down as she looked at him helplessly — he was indeed hard to deceive.
"No more crying. A man who makes a woman cry is a worthless man."
Third Young Master’s rough fingers quietly wiped away her tears, his face full of tenderness, but his voice was filled with disdain.
"Fool, did you really think that without a gun, I, ThirdYoung Master Jun, would easily die at the hands of these people? You underestimate me too much. Luring them in, hmph, was just to resolve them quicker. Trust me, you won’t get hurt. Just watch carefully, and see how dashing your husband looks. Don’t scream later!"
Every corner of his eyes and brows exuded a confident and unrivaled arrogance.
Ye Lu, originally sentimental, was rendered speechless by his boastful attitude.
What kind of man was he? With no weapons in hand, and danger imminent, he was still so recklessly confident — a born madman.
Bang, the startling sound of the door being kicked became more intense. By this sound, that group of people would be breaking in soon.
ThirdYoung Master pushed Ye Lu behind a shelf in one swift move, his cold and ruthless profile overflowing with an unprecedented Asura killing intent, like a fog of blood dyeing the depths of his dark eyes and inciting the most ferocious slaughter.
"Who says you need bullets to kill? Using a beautiful technique to massacre is the true art of killing!"
A dangerous light flashed in ThirdYoung Master Jun’s eyes, and his thin lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. He grabbed a champagne bottle from the celebration table and smashed it mercilessly onto the table’s surface.
The heart-stopping sound of shattering echoed, glass fragments scattering, sparkling with a crystalline yet chillingly cold beauty in the air.
With a sweep of his hands, countless fragments were grasped.
At that moment, boom, the door to the backstage was kicked open, and the bodyguards swarmed in.
But in the next second, countless lethal glass shards, in the elegant yet ruthless man’s hands, burst forth suddenly, shooting out rapidly like a blinding array of light and shadow, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Yet, this beautiful and eerie spectacle brought with it a chilling and brutal bloodshed.
Transparent, sharp shards, carried by the forceful wind and powerful strength, unexpectedly cut through skin and entered the eyes, chests, and throats of the bodyguards at the forefront...
Blood blossomed with the beautiful fragments, soaring through the air, blooming into stunning, vibrant blood roses.
Like a slow-motion scene in a movie, disbelief and horror filled the eyes of the bodyguards as their bodies involuntarily fell, their lives abruptly cut short!
Ye Lu’s eyes widened, astonished at the ferocious technique that had claimed several lives in an instant, her breath nearly stopped.
So cool!!!
Absolutely awesome!!!
It was supremely elegant, practiced to perfection, and cruel to the extreme, shaking one’s soul.
And there, as the bodyguards watched their companions fall in a flash, those behind them turned deathly pale, still unable to react.
ThirdYoung Master, like a ghostly figure, already loomed over them. Twisting his wrist, he had already seized a man’s throat from behind with his elbow, pulling him back several steps.
"Ah..." the man’s eyes bulged, his breathing rapid, frantically struggling against ThirdYoung Master whose blood-stained eyes flashed coldly as the glass shard in his hand mercilessly slit across his neck.
The throat was instantaneously severed.
