Directly Crippled, Alarming the Super Force (1)

Meng Xue's body turned cold.

Her fingers trembled, and she stared in disbelief at the person before her.

Si Fuqing sensed Meng Xue's gaze, tilted her head slightly, and tightened her grip on Meng Xue's throat.

Another hand suddenly landed on Meng Xue's shoulder and pinched it.

A crackling sound of bones breaking echoed, and Meng Xue gasped in pain, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. "Si Fuqing, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?!"

Si Fuqing's gaze was hazy, and she slowly squeezed Meng Xue's left shoulder again.

Another "crack" resounded.

Meng Xue screamed out, "Si Fuqing!"

Si Fuqing merely tilted her head, as if evaluating a toy.

This gesture confirmed that she was indeed drunk.

Meng Xue's mind buzzed, recalling what Si Fuqing's ordinary assistant had said.

Drinking with Si Fuqing could lead to death.