Even If She Does Not Die, She Has To Be Skinned Alive!

Gu Si whipped out a lighter from his pocket calmly.

It was made of ferrous metal and there was a wolf's head embossed on it. It looked fierce and ruthless.

With a flick of his finger, it clicked open. A bright yellow flame ignited. When he closed the case, the flame died.

Klink, klink, klink… The sound of him opening and closing the lighter was ear-piercing.

It sounded like death.

The smell of gasoline wafted up to the bodyguards' noses. They looked like they were in a complete state of panic. They couldn't help but step backwards, trying to distance themselves from Gu Si and the rest.

Seeing that the bodyguards were retreating, Leng Xuan's frown became deeper. "You guys-"

The strong smell of gasoline wafted to the second floor, assaulting everyone's noses.

Leng Xuan paused as her expression changed drastically. She took big strides forward. Gripping the railing tightly with both hands, she yelled while covering her nose, "Gu Si!"