Huntress
Ling Qingyu's brows furrowed as her eyes peered at the immobile man. Wouldn't her simple kick really kill this strong man? She became unsure and glanced downward at her feet and gulped.
Then, wouldn't her body become a humanoid deadly weapon? She definitely restrained a quarter of her strength. If she went out full force, would her leg penetrate the man's body?
Thinking of the gore scene, Ling Qingyu's heart congested. Disgusting, she didn't want the blood of someone she condescended to stain on her clothes.
Nonetheless, Ling Qingyu felt nothing after killing someone with her own hand, not guilty at all. Although she really didn't intend to commit murder, no sense of apprehension of wrongdoing would come to her mind.
In fact, this wasn't the first time she committed murder. Before, Tang Ziyi, Xiao Yue, and the rest of her subordinates followed her orders, which meant the number of kills she did was high, despite not personally with her hands.