C6 (1/2)

In that moment, as White Brook heard these words, his eyes fiercely narrowed. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as they swept over the person in front of him.

When the middle-aged man walked to his side, his eyes flashed with a stern expression. He suddenly made his move and grabbed the man's neck with one hand.

”Your sugar will be left in the underworld to eat!”

A dagger stabbed into the man's heart and he died in an instant. The dagger that he had obtained by taking advantage of the situation had helped her a lot.

With a 'peng' sound, the middle-aged man heavily crashed into the ground. White Brook's eyes were covered with thick dust, and it stimulated her to the point where she wanted to vomit.

When the rest of the imperial guards heard the sound, they were stunned as they looked at the head guard who was lying on the ground. They didn't expect that the weak fool would kill their boss in one move.

But they quickly reacted and surrounded her, their eyes fiercely staring at White Brook as if they were afraid that she would run away.

”Brothers, this fool killed our boss. Let's kill her together and avenge our boss!”

The jailer that had delivered the steamed buns to White Brook just now viciously brandished his saber and pointed it at him, as if he was confident that he would take her life.

But what he didn't know was that in White Brook's eyes, they were nothing more than weak ants. Killing them was simply dirtying his own hands.

She coldly looked at the prison guards who were surrounding her. The corner of her mouth curled up as she said, ”If you want to die then I'll grant you that wish.”

White Brook turned in the air and kicked the chest of the guard standing behind her. He seized the sword, and the shadow of the knife began to wave. One by one, the guards fell, leaving behind the pungent smell of blood.

”Say, who told you to do this?”

White Brook asked him condescendingly as he placed his right foot on the chest of the guard that brought her the steamed buns.