Long Xingkui was bound up tightly. Although she had the ability to escape from the binds, doing so would only bring harsher punishment.
She closed her eyes, as if willing to face death.
The icy winter wind brushed against her cheeks, lifting her soft long hair and scraping it across her face, adding a sense of poignant frailty to her appearance.
The snow piled on the branches fell with the wind, pure white snowflakes scattered onto Long Xingkui's shoulders.
"Miss Nine, if I don't punish you, I would find it hard to face my own daughter, and the people of the Helian Family!"
As Helian Chun spoke, he pulled the trigger, the first bullet hitting Long Xingkui's left arm.
The bullet pierced through her thin arm, embedding into the tree trunk behind her, shaking off the snow accumulated on the leaves, which flew along with the cold wind.
Bright red blood splashed onto the ground, Long Xingkui furrowed her brows, her complexion turning even paler.
