Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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At this moment, in Liu Dongzhu’s eyes, there was only the figure of her archenemy Yan Jinsu, yet she failed to notice that another guard who had been standing behind Wu Huaimin had already received Wu Huaiwei’s eye signal and gesture. He swiftly moved to Liu Dongzhu’s side and struck her with a hand chop—

Liu Dongzhu felt the close-range attack and instinctively shifted half a step. The words in her mouth came bursting out:

"Yan Jinsu, you wretched woman, it’s not enough for you to have caused my disfigurement, but you actually want me to go to prison? Or else have my husband divorce and remarry me? You, you’re so vicious—"

After Liu Dongzhu finished her last shout, the male guard struck her back with another swift counter-chop, ultimately causing her to faint in his arms. The male assistant, who was previously injured and returned without needing to be instructed, quickly stepped forward, silently took Liu Dongzhu’s body, and retreated.

By chance, the silk kerchief that Liu Dongzhu used to cover her face on her face elegantly fell to the ground, revealing the pimpled scars on her face that were still swollen.

Layer upon layer, pitted and scarred.

Fortunately, everyone present had seen the world, whether they had been on the battlefield or performed major surgery... They simply paid no heed to Liu Dongzhu’s superficial clownish face.

Yan Jinsu saw that in such a short time, Liu Dongzhu had managed to offend another man and was immediately retaliated against; she couldn’t help but think that Liu Dongzhu must be brain-dead, not having any brains at all.

With such a commotion now, who doesn’t know that Liu Dongzhu has been disfigured?