Xiao Yu licked the corner of her mouth, her tongue tasting a salty, metallic tang. She discreetly gripped the cue stick, watching the enraged man stride toward her. In the blink of an eye, she clenched the cue stick, stood up from the ground, and swung it fiercely.
Allen suddenly let out a scream. Xiao Yu opened her eyes and saw bright red blood on the stick. She stared blankly at Allen as blood droplets trickled down his forehead.
Terrified, she quickly dropped the cue stick, flung open the door, and ran out.
She ran and ran, only stopping once she exited the villa. Looking back and not seeing Allen following, she breathed a sigh of relief. But remembering the wound on Allen's head, her heart filled with unease.
So much blood, could he die?
