Noticing Feng Yin's expression, the man was not afraid at all, but his eyes were filled with amusement.
He reached out and patted Feng Yin's face, "As a woman, who are you showing this gesture to?"
The next second, he watched helplessly as his hand fell to the ground, followed by pain.
"ah!!"
The screams passed through the door and were heard by many players.
Some people looked towards Feng Yin, while others were indifferent.
Song Qi also heard the screams in the living room and frowned slightly.
Lin Jiahui was startled and couldn't help but said: "What happened?"
Song Qi felt that it was not a good thing after all.
"Bitch!" The player whose hand was cut off yelled angrily, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked at Feng Yin with eyes filled with hatred.
He didn't even see what it was. The entire hand was broken, and the cross-section was very smooth.
Feng Yin smiled, blood sprayed on her clothes, and she slowly took out a butterfly knife from her backpack.
"I've been sharpening the knife that cut your hand off every day. I didn't expect the effect to be quite good."
In fact, it was not his arm that was broken, but his palm. The palm was severed from the middle, leaving only half of his thumb. The severe pain made him squat on the ground unable to move, and he could only grit his teeth.
Feng Yin slowly stabbed the butterfly knife into the man's shoulder, "Look down on women?"
He was in so much pain that he couldn't even use Golden Finger, and the wound had to be treated first.
With that thought in mind, the man was already preparing to escape.
Feng Yin poked the butterfly knife inside and stirred it badly.
There were a few more screams.
"I hate it when people mention my gender." Feng Yin said with deep disgust in his eyes.
Feng Yin has short hair, a delicate appearance, and always wears loose clothes. If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell that she is a girl, not to mention that she is so ruthless.
The player who originally wanted to humiliate Feng Yin gasped, his face was red and his neck was thick, and blood was dripping down.
He stood up suddenly and rushed out of the door. Feng Yin played with the bloody butterfly knife and laughed wantonly.
"It seemed like I shouted a few more times just now." Lin Jiahui said hesitantly.
With such a big commotion, she was afraid to go back.
"You stay here first. If you can't stay here at night, I hear it's a bit unsafe outside." Song Qiu persuaded Lin Jiahui to stay.
Lin Jiahui nodded quickly.
That Feng Yin gave her the first impression that it was too crazy. The player who had just entered to trade with her screamed one after another, and no one dared to see what happened.
The man whose hand was severed ran to the hospital overnight and used the money he had left to treat the wound.
The players who had the courage to come out and see it happened to see the man with a severed hand and Feng Yin who was smiling strangely in the room.
Now, many players among the players know that Feng Yin is not easy to mess with and may have mental illness.
Song Qi heard the players talking about the wind chant hurting people when he went to work the next morning.
She was not surprised. After all, Feng Yin had cut off Luo Yanghui's head without blinking an eye, and thoughtfully placed it at the exit of Jiangcheng Third People's Hospital.
In this happy community, there are a few players that Song Qi is familiar with, one is Feng Yin, and the other is Qi.
Qi looks much more low-key than before, and he is also much thinner. He looks very different from before.
Song Qi also recognized it after encountering it twice, but Qi did not look at her.
It seems that Qi has already begun to suffer unlucky consequences before he even takes revenge, Song Qi thought helplessly.
