“Ming Kai! You!”

Liu Qingqing suddenly bit her lip, glaring fiercely at the man before her—like a vicious dog whose tail had been stepped on, desperate to pounce and sink her teeth into him.

In fact, it was precisely this unnamed male operative who had stepped on her “tail.”

For others, his words might have been nothing more than a heated exchange; but to her, they struck straight at her heart, like a knife plunged deep into her very soul.

Liu Qingqing couldn’t bear it—and she didn’t want to. If only her strength were enough, she would have slashed him in two right then and there, silencing that arrogant mouth once and for all, even if he were Ming Kai, the man she loved most.

“Stop staring at me like that. It’s really not pretty,” the man said lightly, his tone dripping with arrogance and disdain.

It used to be like that.

Now it’s even worse.

Liu Qingqing’s fury intensified under his gaze. She glared at him through clenched teeth, yet she couldn’t utter another word.

Meanwhile, the man seemed to have grown tired of the whole exchange. He snatched Liu Qingqing’s phone from her hand and, under her shocked and indignant stare, hurled it to the ground.

Just as she was about to lash out, he stomped on it with a single kick, shattering the screen without even breaking the glass.

But that still wasn’t enough. Out of nowhere, as if by magic, he produced a hammer, shot Liu Qingqing a sidelong glance, curled his lips into a charming smile, then crouched down and brought the hammer crashing down on the phone without warning.

The phone was completely smashed.

At that moment, though the woman standing beside him seethed with anger, she caught a flicker of hope in his actions. She tried to bolt, but he didn’t even try to stop her. Instead, he lazily rose to his feet, toyed with the very phone he’d just sent flying, and said, “Think it over before you run.”

Liu Qingqing’s legs felt as heavy as lead, rooted firmly to the ground, unable to move a single inch.

Only then did the man smile contentedly. He no longer blocked her path or tried to restrain her; instead, he dragged over a chair, sat down gracefully, and continued to twirl the hammer in his hand. “Now we’re talking! Otherwise I’d hardly bother thinking about how to send your whole family off to join their ancestors underground—I’d just smash them all to death with one blow. That’d be so much easier.”

His words weren’t loud, but they carried an icy chill that sent shivers down your spine, laced with a chilling aura of murderous intent.

This was the first time in her life that Liu Qingqing had ever felt such a presence of death.

Her skin prickled with goosebumps as she stared fixedly at the man before her. “You…”

Before she could finish, a faint creak echoed from the curtain that separated the main hall from the small back resting room.

On edge, Liu Qingqing sprang to her feet like a startled bird, peering in that direction—but saw nothing unusual.

Yet the next instant, she cursed herself inwardly for being so blind: behind the curtain, something was slowly descending.

She squinted closely, finally making out what it was—a roller shutter door sliding down from above.

No doubt about it: it was closing.

And then she glanced at the man beside her, who was watching her with a half-smile, still clutching the hammer in his hand. At first glance, he seemed to be casually playing with it, but in reality, he had already aimed it squarely at her head.

End of Chapter 258: Counterattack 185