But the moment his eyes landed on the tall figure standing in the dirt street, the curse died in his throat. The thugs froze, turning to follow his gaze.
Heena stood just a few paces away. Her empty hands hung loosely at her sides, completely relaxed. Her expression wasn't twisted in rage; it was frighteningly, unnervingly calm. But her dark eyes were fixed on the men with an unmistakable, lethal chill that made the morning air feel suddenly freezing.
The three thugs instinctively took a step back, parting like the Red Sea.
Heena didn't even spare a glance at the splintered bucket. Her gaze slowly swept over the ruined medicinal herbs in the dirt, shifted to Madam Lin's trembling, pale face, and finally locked dead onto the Lu family servant.
A slow, terrifyingly cold smile curved the corners of Heena's lips.
"How dare you."
