Chapter 10: The Struggle

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When Ye Sansan’s wrist was grasped, she snapped her head around sharply, realizing she had been discovered. Zhou Qiang also noticed that Ye Sansan had realized he was awake, and the atmosphere froze for a moment. Ye Sansan had already planned how to subdue him as quickly as possible. If she missed this chance, her mission would be over. As for taking action, it was purely instinctual. The nylon rope in her hand was tightening, and almost reflexively, she moved to the next step.

Zhou Qiang’s wide eyes stared at the shadowy figure in the darkness, and he quickly began to struggle. His physical strength, rated at 3, showed its weakness. Even though Ye Sansan had bound his hands, he still used his feet and body strength to kick her away with force. Ye Sansan felt a sharp pain all over and tasted blood rising in her throat. She swallowed hard and looked at the person who was trying to untie her while moving toward her.

“Whose man are you? What exactly are you doing?” The questioning voice rang out.

Ye Sansan steadied herself by leaning against the cabinet in the room, slowly standing up. Her body trembled slightly from pain and adrenaline as she reached back into the darkness and gripped the steel utility knife stuck in the back pocket of her pants. “You’ve offended someone. No need for many words.”

Villains perish by talking too much; Ye Sansan refused to say more.

The room was dim, and Zhou Qiang hastily untied the ropes, intent on dealing with Ye Sansan, unaware of her movements in such an environment. The key point was that after the initial test, he thought Ye Sansan was weak. This gave him confidence, making him believe he could easily handle ten of her.

“Heh, let me guess, you work for Wen Ge, right?” he sneered. “What a useless guy, sending someone like you to do the dirty work.”

He stepped forward two paces, the rope already in his hand. Clearly, he intended to use it as a weapon to teach Ye Sansan a lesson.

The curtains blocked most of the light. Ye Sansan widened her eyes, bracing for a fatal strike.

Both sides were testing each other; one would die—either by strangulation or by the blade.

[Wow, what’s with the fire here?]

[Am I really going to witness Sansan being killed?]

[Such a mismatch in combat power, but Sansan has a knife, so it’s hard to say!]

The chatroom buzzed with intense discussion and tension.

In the game, Ye Sansan had already made her move.

She keenly noticed that the opponent had discovered her knife. Instantly, he avoided her grasp, abandoning the rope and choosing to attack with his foot.

Ye Sansan knew she couldn’t face him head-on. Bowing her head, she retreated while moving directly toward his bed.

Zhou Qiang was sleeping in the master bedroom of a pre-millennium house, with a relatively spacious layout. She circled around him and continued the confrontation.

In the darkness, the blade in Ye Sansan’s hand gleamed coldly in the faint light, radiating danger.

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