C112 One Man Hiding

Shen Xiaoru held the stone high in the air, blood dripping down from the corners of the stone and along her arm.

The unlucky fellow lying on the ground had a bloody hole on his forehead, and was bleeding profusely. His appearance was even more miserable than Ling Yanhao.

"Don't force me!" Shen Xiaoru's voice trembled as she gripped the stone with both hands, preparing to smash it down