Chapter 140: A Flower No More
The air crackled with tension as the battle teetered on the edge of all-out war, until a new presence sighed, soft sound yet impossible to ignore.The air crackled with tension as the battle teetered on the edge of all-out war, until a new presence sighed, soft sound yet impossible to ignore.
Shirley Quinn stepped forward, her delicate features framed by silken black hair, her lips curved in a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her frost-laced eyes. She moved with effortless grace, her every motion exuding an aura of untouchable elegance—yet those who knew her recognized the danger lurking beneath.
"Enough," she chimed, her voice honeyed but firm. "We are all disciples of the Holy Abyss Pit Sect, are we not? Must we resort to such brutish squabbling?"
Her gaze flickered over the scene—Emma’s disheveled fury, Rodney’s murderous glare, Lordi’s poorly concealed smirk—and she mentally dismissed them all.
Truth? Lies? She didn’t care.
But this Lordi Payne and his scattered Thorn Squad? They could be useful.
So when Rodney’s Bone Serpent Chain lashed toward Ruru, Shirley’s delicate hand shot out—effortlessly catching the whip’s tip between her fingers, her grip unyielding despite the force behind it.
"Junior Brother Payne has already offered compensation—a vial of legendary level Bone Tempering Pills, no less," she said, tilting her head as if scolding children. "Is this petty feud truly worth more than the Treasury House of the Hanz Estate?"
Rodney’s face darkened further, veins bulging at his temples. "Shirley Quinn," he snarled, "are you truly willing to die for this filth motherfucker and that lying wench?"
Shirley’s smile didn’t waver—but her grip on the chain tightened imperceptibly.
Then, in a move so sudden it left the onlookers breathless—
