"Yan Qin!"
A furious roar erupted from outside the window, drawing everyone's attention. The director, pale-faced, stood at the doorway, like a famished mad dog, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the people inside.
"You, get out here!"
Zhu Qin calmly rose from her seat and walked out, step by step.
"Yan Qin!" someone called out, concerned.
"Sister Yan, don't go, let's fight them!"
"It's fine," Zhu Qin remained unfazed. "Just a mad dog, it won't cause much trouble."
The person at the door clearly heard her words, and became even more like a mad dog, practically spitting with rage, wishing he could pounce on her and bite her right then and there.
Of course, if he actually tried, he would be kicked flying by Zhu Qin before he could even get close.
"The director is out?" she asked with a grin. "Was it fun in the dark room? I heard you guys almost decided who to eat first by rock-paper-scissors. Tsk tsk tsk, you're not picky at all, can you really eat dog meat casually? What if you get rabies?"
The director's previously pale face turned red with anger. He raised his hand to slap her, but before he could make a move, Zhu Qin kicked him. If he hadn't grabbed the corridor railing in time, he would have fallen flat on his face.
"You!"
"Keep your paws to yourself, or they might disappear one day."
The director was startled by her calm, chilling expression. He uttered a fierce threat, "You'll regret this soon," and then, calling his men, he left. Sudannovel.com
Zhu Qin calmly followed him into the familiar office.
There were even more people this time.
"Want to fight again?"
"Is it her?"
A calm voice came from the sofa. Zhu Qin looked over and saw a young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, sitting there serenely, appraising her with sharp eyes. "Her build is quite similar, but her hair is a bit off. Cut it."
Two women dressed like black widows, standing beside him, came forward. They moved to grab Zhu Qin's arms from left and right. Zhu Qin's elbows swung out, knocking them both away. They fell to the ground, their faces paling with pain.
"Cut what?" she asked, walking towards them step by step.
The man instantly felt pressure, stood up, and retreated a couple of steps. He shouted sternly, "Grab her!"
More black widows and several burly men rushed forward, some armed with daggers. If it were the original Yan Qin, no matter how capable she was, she probably couldn't have resisted. But now it was Zhu Qin; even if she stood there and let them grab her, they might not be able to.
A long sword flew out, seemingly eager to please, and with a few swift slashes, it knocked down the group, then zipped over to her, wagging its "tail" as if seeking praise.
"Disgraceful."
The long sword was almost devastated.
Despite the disgrace, it served its purpose.
Zhu Qin, holding a pair of scissors, gestured over the man's head. The long sword rested on his neck, also swaying, terrifying the man into trembling, yet he dared not tremble too much, fearing he might be decapitated by it if he wasn't careful.
Zhu Qin aimed for his forehead and, starting from the center, cut a straight slit. The man, who had been presentable and well-dressed in a suit moments ago, instantly looked ridiculous.
Zhu Qin frowned, tidied it up for him, and then began cutting the second, and third, lines.
"Speak, what do you want with me?"
The man remained silent.
Zhu Qin grabbed a few strands of his hair and pulled hard. The man let out an immediate wail, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.
"I thought you were mute," she said as if joking. "Are people like you all this pathetic? Weren't you just being mighty a moment ago? Keep it up. The last person who dared to mess with me has a grave mound three meters high. Do you want to try too?"
"To, to take the blame."
"Take the blame for what?"
"Someone at home accidentally hit someone. Your build is similar to hers, so we're looking for you to take the blame."
"Heh." Zhu Qin's actions didn't stop as she spoke, cutting several more lines on the man's scalp. "You've got some nerve, looking for me to be a scapegoat. Can you afford the price?"
The man kept his mouth shut.
Zhu Qin cut his hair into a mess, creating a comical and ridiculous hairstyle for him, then tossed the scissors onto the table. "Come on, look. Do you think I cut it well?"
She directed this question to the pile of people on the floor.
They dared not speak.
"All mute!"
"...Yes, it looks good."
"Then I'll give you one later too."
The man's face fell.
Zhu Qin, with practiced ease, walked to the side of the confinement room, opened the door, and gestured to the group. "Take out your phones, take off your clothes, and go in."
At first, no one moved. She roared, and those who had experienced this once before began to reluctantly undress.
The men brought by the director didn't move.
"Do you want me to help you undress?"
The long sword flew up and swayed in the air, acting all imposing.
The man began to grudgingly take off his clothes.
Seeing this, his accompanying black widows and bodyguards could only follow suit.
They stopped when they were down to their last layer. Zhu Qin didn't want to blind herself, so she told them to go in and then slammed the door shut with a "bang."
Turning to the long sword, she said, "Why are you still swinging around like that? Let's go!"