Jilu took a deep breath, "Goddess, how about give me three days?"
He felt he wasn’t as handsome as Lin Baici and probably wouldn’t gain the favor of the turban-wrapped woman, so he only asked for three days.
The turban-wrapped woman thought for a moment, then shook her head.
Jilu couldn’t continue because the turban-wrapped woman slapped him across the face.
With such force that his teeth almost snapped off, and his face, which had several blisters, now had many burst upon this strike.
Jilu cried out in pain, but more than that, he felt aggrieved: "Why is he allowed, and I’m not? Are you being racist?"
Traveling to various countries, Jilu, being white, was often treated favorably; he didn’t expect to be humiliated here.
This was the first time in his life he tasted the bitterness of discrimination.
The turban-wrapped woman became angry. This man didn’t even bring a gift and now he dared to lose his temper at her? Absurd.
So, she flung the chain in her hand.
The man-dog, crawling on the ground, immediately barked and lunged at Jilu.
Jilu had just witnessed how the turban-wrapped woman blasted the black man, so he dared not counterattack. He pushed off forcefully with his legs, shot out like a cannonball, and fled straightaway.
Jilu’s Divine Grace erupted, he sped up to the maximum, leaving a blur behind as he rushed towards the staircase.
The turban-wrapped woman flicked her right hand as if by magic, and between her index finger and thumb, appeared a black credit card. Then she flung it with a flick of her wrist.
The credit card, like a dart, cut through the air, and with a crack, slashed across Jilu’s neck, then flew a few meters forward, curved in an arc, and returned.
The turban-wrapped woman caught the credit card with a slap of her hand.
Crimson blood flowed over the black card, which the turban-wrapped woman then held vertically to her mouth and licked clean.
Jilu’s head tilted to the side, like an overripe watermelon, and fell to the ground.
The head rolled down the steps, leaving a trail of blood.
The air pressure in the apartment lobby dropped suddenly, an intense chill seemed to seep into everyone’s body and freeze their souls.
The turban-wrapped woman flipped her wrist, the black credit card disappeared from her hand, and she glanced indifferently around the room before walking towards a man in a tracksuit with handsome features.
The athletic man, not waiting for the turban-wrapped woman to reach out, had already removed his watch and wedding ring, handing them to her with both hands.
The turban-wrapped woman was satisfied with the gift, accepted it, and moved on to her next target.
It was still a rather handsome man.
Bath exhaled in relief, feeling that being ugly wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Until now, the women hadn’t been asked for gifts by the turban-wrapped woman, so they were somewhat calm, but the men panicked, grateful that the turban-wrapped woman’s targets were mostly the good-looking ones.
However, at the fourth man, who had a Qi Fentou hairstyle, the gift offered seemed somewhat cheap, which apparently didn’t please her. She crossed her arms and stood still.
Qi Fentou became anxious, trying to borrow gifts from the people around, but everyone was a stranger, and they also had to deal with the turban-wrapped woman, so no one helped.
"Goddess, give me three days, even one day will do, I will prepare a gift for you!"
The turban-wrapped woman took a sip of her coffee, shook her head again, and then reached out her hand.
Out of desperation, Qi Fentou clenched his teeth and activated his Divine Grace.
He disappeared from the spot.
"Holy shit, Teleportation?"
Li Yintong was envious. This Divine Grace was definitely a lifesaving weapon.
Everybody tensed up in an instant. Qi Fentou had fled, so would the turban-wrapped woman take her anger out on someone else? At that moment, some thought of running, others thought of intercepting Qi Fentou.
The turban-wrapped woman furiously dropped the dog chain; her right foot in the red high-heeled shoes lifted, then stomped on the ground once more.
"Holy shit, this monster can Teleport too!"
Huang Jinxiang’s scalp went numb.
"This is the BOSS fight, isn’t it?"
With this monster’s high battle power and Teleportation, did anyone stand a chance?
No one heard any sounds of a fight, then after several seconds, the sound of high heels descending the stairs followed.
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The turban-wrapped woman came down, holding a decapitated head in her right hand; the once smooth and black Qi Fentou hair was now a mess in her grasp.
The man-dog immediately crawled over and rubbed its cheek against the turban-wrapped woman’s calf.
Not in good spirits, the turban-wrapped woman kicked it a few times, still not satisfied, she then lifted her leg high, and with her right high-heeled shoe, she stomped on the man-dog’s head.
The heel pierced the man-dog’s skull, it convulsed a few times and then lay still.
The people were silent as cicadas in winter, none wanted to provoke the monstrous woman and become a punching bag for her to vent on.
After killing her pet, the turban-wrapped woman, looking at her empty dog chain, suddenly regretted her action, then lifted her head to survey the crowd.
Was she about to pick a new pet dog?
The men’s scalps tingled, quickly bowing their heads and praying.
"Don’t pick me! Don’t pick me!"
The turban-wrapped woman tossed the head that was in her hand towards a man with prominent eyebrows.
The head rolled a few times and stopped against the man with the eyebrows’ foot.
The turban-wrapped woman then gestured for him to come with a crook of her finger.
The man with eyebrows looked as if he had lost his soul.
"Little brother, hurry up and go. You can’t escape, instead of being killed directly, it’s better to endure and await an opportunity."