Su Qingmiao severely beat those three guys until she herself ran out of energy, and only then did she stop her handiwork. After all, Song Xiaodong had said that as long as they were still breathing, it was fine, and given his strength, killing someone barehanded was impossible.
"Su Qingmiao, you dare hit me, you're definitely dead this time!" Zhou Yuanbing's face was covered in blood, all from his nose smearing across his face, making him look quite ferocious.
"Screw you!" Su Qingmiao mustered up her remaining strength and kicked Zhou Yuanbing again, shouting, "See if you dare say that again."
Zhou Yuanbing groaned, grinding his teeth, but ultimately didn't dare to make a sound—discretion is the better part of valor after all.
"From now on, it's best if you keep a low profile in Minghe, otherwise I'll beat you every time I see you," Su Qingmiao dropped another fierce line before arrogantly turning and leaving.
