Song Tian didn't go. Instead, she pressed the button for the top floor with her hand.
"I don't want clothes!"
Song Tian kissed Lin Baici on the cheek. "I want you!"
She had survived,
and Song Tian wanted to let go, to embrace the wild rhythm of life!
...
On the midnight streets, neon lights flickered.
Xia Hongyao gripped a steel pipe, sweeping from the east end of the street to the west. Behind her, bodies sprawled across the ground, groaning in pain—over a hundred in total, all dressed in suits, with watermelon knives scattered around them.
"From now on, these streets are under my rule!"
Xia Hongyao eyed a stalled Rolls-Royce not far away. "Who's not convinced?"
This pollution is truly exhilarating!
From start to finish, it was just raw, unfiltered fighting, like those classic arcade beat-em-up games from childhood—no thinking required, just pure brawling.
She swung the steel pipe onto her shoulder and walked toward a Lamborghini.
