When the cadets reached the summit, Zhang Fangxiao, still terrified, burst into loud sobs; the rope marks around her neck had turned from red to purple. The piece of rope, discarded on the ground, looked like a dried-up snake after the mud on it had dried.
Ren Minghang stood there in a daze, wondering what had happened.
Lu Xun's face was ashen with anger. Xia You turned her head to glance at Zhang Fangxiao; first at her neck, then at her mouth, immediately silencing her cries.
She was truly trying to kill someone. In that moment, Lu Xun intensely felt Xia You's rage. Had she not been stuck in the mud, no number of extra people could have restrained her murderous actions.
No matter how Zhang Fangxiao schemed, it was just a woman's jealousy and hatred at work, but Xia You, when she took action, was genuinely intent on killing.
One who hadn't handled a gun for long, a new cadet at the academy, who gave her such audacity? Afterwards, she didn't show the slightest bit of remorse.
