NovelEnglishCrimson let out a cold, twisted smile before slamming her foot down on Susan's mouth.
"Looking to die, huh? I'll help you out!" "Let her go!" The sudden intervention from other faction members, witnessing Crimson's attack on Susan, sent shockwaves through the crowd.
Susan was Mr. Atticus's protégé, after all! Crimson had already crossed the line with Mr. Atticus, and now hitting his disciple only made things worse. They knew they'd be the ones to pay the price. They quickly moved to pull Crimson and Susan apart, using their numbers to their advantage.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSusan was helped up, her face swollen like a balloon, with a clear shoeprint marking her cheek. Furious, she shook off the hands helping her, eyes blazing as she glared at Crimson, who was being held back by others. With a swift motion, she slapped Crimson across the face, the sound echoing through the space.
Crimson, pinned down, couldn't fight back and had to take the hit. But Susan wasn't done; she slapped Crimson over a dozen more times.
"Enough already!" Elio, a cool-headed figure from the crowd, stepped in, grabbing Susan's wrist. He had no interest in the feud between Club 257 and the medical group, but Crimson was a rare talent, not someone to be humiliated.
"Isn't this too much? Your master wanted an apology, not for you to beat her senseless," he said.
Many in the crowd agreed with Elio. They didn't believe their poisoning had anything to do with Club 257 or Crimson.
"Con, it's just a spat between women. Why get involved?" Others tried to downplay the situation, thinking a few slaps wouldn't kill anyone. They just wanted Susan to calm down so they could get the antidote from Mr. Atticus.
Seeing people defend her somewhat improved Susan's mood. They still needed her; if she wasn't happy, they could forget about getting the antidote.
"Realized your mistake yet? Hurts, doesn't it? Kneel and apologize, and maybe I'll let you off." Susan grabbed Crimson's chin, forcing her to look up. What kind of vice-president was she now, no better than a dog, her life in Susan's hands? The thought brought a twisted sense of satisfaction to Susan. "Ptui!" Crimson spat out a mouthful of blood. "Who do you think you are, demanding an apology from me? If you've got the guts, killnow. Leavebreathing, and I swear I'll make you pay back a hundredfold for today's humiliation!" "You're asking for it!" Completely enraged, Susan grabbed Crimson's hair and threw her aside. Crimson's forehead hit a pillar, blood trickling down and staining her face. Her body slid to the ground, weak and lifeless. But Susan wasn't done; she viciously kicked Crimson several more times, aiming at her abdomen with each blow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Stop it!" Just as Susan was about to kick Crimson again, Estepped forward, looking at Crimson curled up on the ground, barely breathing. A flicker of mercy passed through his eyes.
"Do you want to be responsible for a death? If she dies because of this, your life won't be enough to make amends." "You!"
Susan gritted her teeth in rage. It was him again, always protecting m Crimson and making her look foolish. Did he not want the antidote anymore?
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened, and the sound of helicopter engines filled the air Everyone instinctively Idoked up to see dozens of helicopters approaching. "Those are... Empire Base's helicopters!"
Fear replaced their earlier bravado as the helicopters drew closer a chith running down their spines, feeling as though their backs were about to explode. RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.
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