Dead!
Pei the Second wasn't exactly a major figure—just a local thug, a bandit.
Still, he was a ruthless bandit.
All Xie Luohe had done was make a simple flick of her chopsticks.
The other five bandits couldn't even see what happened.
In the blink of an eye, a bloody hole had appeared between Pei the Second's eyebrows.
As Pei the Second's body slumped backward, the spray of blood didn't fill the remaining five bandits with fear. Instead, after a moment of stunned silence, a savage killing intent surged through them.
"That bitch used a hidden weapon!"
One of them turned, his eyes nearly popping from their sockets as he stared at the wall. A chopstick was embedded deep within it, only the very end visible. Realization dawned, and he cried out in terror, "It's a chopstick!"
"Fuck! That bitch only has one chopstick left! She can't kill all of us! Whoever kills her will rank fiftieth on the Weapon Manual!"
"Whoever kills her can be the new second-in-command!"
"Kill her!"
