Logically speaking, after being hit by a narcotic, one wouldn't wake up so quickly.
But the narcotic's effect on Mou Xiao wasn't long-lasting.
Mou Xiao, upon waking up, picked up a gun again, pointing it at Lu Xiaoyou's back.
On a corridor less than two meters wide, Qinghuang and Mou Xiao had Lu Xiaoyou trapped in the middle.
One side of the corridor was a wall, the other side a door. As she maneuvered with Qinghuang and Mou Xiao, Lu Xiaoyou, multitasking, thought in her mind that she was on the suite floor.
The doors of the suites here were not locked. That door, one could say, was the only way out she had for escape.
Even if Lu Xiaoyou softened her voice, the muzzle of the gun in Qinghuang's hand was still pointed at her heart.
"The trash my mother didn't clean up back then will now be cleaned up by me! A substandard fetus never had the right to live in this world!"
Even with the ability of a queen, Lu Xiaoyou was still the trash discarded by Chu Huang in the past!
