The gun fired, and Wang Ying slowly fell.

An Qiqi's hair was disheveled, her pretty face pale as she looked at the bloodstains on the ground, her mind blank.

"I'll kill you, you bitch!"

Qiuqiu was still holding the broken glass, stabbing the limp Wang Ying frantically. She not only slashed the other woman's neck, but her own palms were also covered in cuts from the glass shards.

This was an impulse fueled by anger, fear, and a variety of other negative emotions. Qiuqiu had lost her mind in that moment.

Why would a child from a high-ranking cadre's family seem unable to handle the situation, appearing overly agitated, even losing the ability to think?

In fact, most people who have such questions have limited social experience and a rather stubborn self-awareness.

It's difficult for anyone to completely control their emotions.

A department head's professor wife got into a street fight with the owner of an ordinary car over a minor traffic accident, ultimately leading to a disciplinary investigation of her entire family and the double regulation (shuanggui) of her husband.

Was this a problem of reason and quality?

Under a certain medical control situation, an overseas executive of a Fortune 500 company, a female elite with a million-dollar salary, slapped a staff member for not complying with regulations, ultimately leading to her permanent ban from entering the country and dismissal from the group.

Was this a problem of education level or family background?

A female internet celebrity mobilized a police helicopter to shoot video clips for herself, resulting in an investigation of her father, a cadre in the judicial department. Was this also an education issue?

No, these are all problems of human nature!

Anyone can lose control of their emotions. At a certain point in time, in a specific environment, it is possible to form an overly impulsive emotional reaction.

Just a second before, Wang Ying had fired a gun and was about to kill someone.

For Qiuqiu and An Qiqi, who had never experienced such turbulence, how could they not be afraid? How could they not be angry at the betrayal of their best friend?!

Qiuqiu's eyes turned red, partly out of self-preservation and partly out of venting her anger, as she used the glass shards to stab Wang Ying's neck.

Standing beside her, An Qiqi had now come back to her senses, because from her angle, she could clearly see Wang Ying's body twitching and her arms limp and drooping—signs of death!

"Don't… don't hit her anymore." An Qiqi reached out and pulled Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu was pulled aside, panting heavily as she looked at Wang Ying's body. She suddenly felt a burning pain in her palms, and when she looked down, she saw that her hands were covered in blood.

Wang Ying leaned against the wall, sitting limply, blood spurting from her neck, and no longer reacting.

"She… she…!" Qiuqiu took a step back in terror, her pretty face pale, too frightened to speak.

"Go… go!" An Qiqi grabbed Qiuqiu's arm numbly. "She… she called someone just now."

"Where… where to?!"

"Let's go first, I… we'll call our families." An Qiqi had come to her senses, turned around, and pulled open the door.

Qiuqiu threw away the glass shards in a panic and followed An Qiqi out.

Five seconds later.

"Bang!"

An Qiqi rushed back to the stairwell, picked up the handgun that had fallen on the ground, and left again.

The two of them didn't have time to return to their room because the hotel staff had already heard the gunshot and were running over. They just rushed into another elevator and quickly left the hotel.

On the way.

Qiuqiu took off her blood-stained coat, wearing only a camisole as she followed behind An Qiqi. "What… what do we do? Should we take a boat and run?!"

"We… we can't run away…." An Qiqi was extremely scared, but it was precisely because she was scared that she thought more clearly. "This is an island… if something happens at the hotel… the island's police will definitely control the exits… we… we don't know anyone… how can we run?"

"Qiqi! Qiqi, listen to me, I can't have anything happen to me!!" Qiuqiu panicked too, reaching out and grabbing An Qiqi. "My family arranged a public service job for me… the procedures are already completed, and I'm about to start working."

"I know, I know!" An Qiqi replied, clenching her fists. "Now is not the time to… to talk about this. Have you thought about it? There are still people on the island who know Wang Ying. Who knows what they do?"

Qiuqiu was stunned.

"We… we ran out not to avoid the police, because we can't get away… we're going to call our families…." An Qiqi immediately replied, "We… we can't be blocked by people who know Wang Ying, do you understand what I mean?"

"Under… understand!"

"Call… call!" An Qiqi replied, her lips trembling.

…

Ten minutes later.

Xue Nan rushed into the hotel with four people and took the elevator to the floor where Wang Ying and the others were staying.

"Ding-dong!"

The elevator door opened, and as soon as Xue Nan stepped into the corridor, he saw that the stairwell entrance not far away was already surrounded by people, including hotel staff and guests residing on the same floor.

Xue Nan lowered his head, quickly walked to the stairwell entrance, stood outside the crowd, and glanced inside. He saw security personnel shouting around Wang Ying's body, "Don't squeeze in, everyone, don't look, protect the scene!"

"Don't move, step back, step back!"

The Chinese manager was also shouting at everyone.

At the same time, the elevator doors opened again, and six police officers in gray uniforms walked in, all of them white.

Washington D.C. is not quite the same as Dragon City. Here, half of the police officers are white and half are black, with very few Asian faces.

"Please make way…"

The leading police officer shouted.

The crowd in the corridor dispersed, and the police officers entered the stairwell. The leader immediately said, "Clearly, this is a crime of passion. Charlie, have you notified the port?"

"Yes, sir!"

Xue Nan glanced at the police officers, gritted his teeth, his face gloomy, and quickly left the scene.

Entering the elevator, Xue Nan put his hands on his hips, his mouth twitching.

"Brother Nan, the bait is dead, what do we do?!" A younger brother behind him asked.

"Bang!"

Xue Nan kicked the elevator wall. "So fucking depressing!!! It was the last step, she had a gun in her hand, how could she have died?!"

Wang Ying's death was of no benefit to Xue Nan at all. He was now in a state of mental collapse, thinking about countermeasures.

…

In the wetland park of the small island, An Qiqi tremblingly threw the gun into the pool, sat on a bench, and dialed her mother's number with a shiver.

Soon, the call connected: "Hello?!"

"Mom, something happened to me…!" An Qiqi said, her head lowered, her voice trembling.

Nearby, Qiuqiu finished her call and immediately ran over, saying, "I… I'm done, my dad and my brother aren't far from here, they're rushing over."