"That woman is done for, grab her!" A large group of men driving open-top jeeps charged towards Yue Qiulan with ferocity. Yue Qiulan lay on the ground, unable to move, with her teeth clenched tight.
To die in such an unclear and unjust way, she truly couldn't accept it.
But with the situation at hand, she had but one path: death!
Seeing those people quickly approaching, Yue Qiulan prepared to use her last bit of strength to slit her own throat with a dagger to avoid the humiliation before death.
She knew all too well how the men in the Myanmar Triangle dealt with women, especially women like her.
Bang!
A bullet hit Yue Qiulan's hand that held the dagger, and the dagger fell to the ground.
"Thinking of killing yourself? No way!" A guy with a scruffy beard sneered, "Without making you taste the cruelty of men, how could we honor the dead Family Head?"
Yue Qiulan was furious to the point her eyes were about to split open, but now she truly couldn't even kill herself.
