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"I will kill you... I swear I'll kill you..."
On the obstetrics operating table, Liu Hanyan's limbs were tightly bound in place. Her entire body was soaked with sweat, and a few strands of hair stuck to her face. She was panting as if she had just finished a ten-kilometer run.
Her gaze, filled with venomous hatred, was fixed on Dr. Qin, who had just put his pants back on. It was as if she wanted to slice him into a thousand pieces, to flay him and rip out his tendons.
As a professional assassin who had killed countless people and had made a name for herself in the underworld, Liu Hanyan didn't consider her body to be that precious. She had already used it to carry out assassinations back in her teens. Sometimes, to blow off steam, she would even proactively seek out pleasure and group activities. But this time was different.
