Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

Chapter 122 Another round of revenge against scumbags, Fu Chacha is back online.

The next second Will realized why she was smiling so strangely.

Sang Ling raised the dagger in his hand, and with a strong flick of his wrist, the dagger, which had missed its target, pierced through layers of obstacles and struck his right eye.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Blood filled his eye socket and kept overflowing. Will covered his injured right eye, howling in pain, and fired a shot at Sang Ling in a fit of rage.

"Aaaaaah... I'm going to kill you."

Will's shot went astray, and Sang Ling easily reached him.

A gloved hand covered the pistol and easily crushed it.

Will stared intently at Sang Ling with bloodshot eyes. He had other weapons even if the one in his hand was destroyed, but Sang Ling didn't give him the chance.

Sang Ling pulled the dagger out of his eye.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Will let out a sharp scream, "Ah, you damned bitch, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Blinded by hatred, Will ignored his bleeding eyes and clenched his fist to punch Sang Ling.

A chill crept across Sang Ling's indifferent face. She twirled the blood-stained dagger between her fingers, violently ripping off his bulletproof vest before plunging the blade into his shoulder bone.

That was also the location where Fu Zhirang was injured.

After being injured repeatedly, Will let out a heavy roar, unleashing unprecedented power, but it was all easily neutralized by Sang Ling, who then beat him mercilessly.

Sang Ling skillfully wielded the dagger, stabbing again and again, each time avoiding vital points, and even using it to block several bullets.

It's fair to say that Will has been turned into a hornet's nest by her.

Will's men were quickly defeated, some dead and some wounded.

Without the sound of gunfire, all that remained for a moment was Will's rhythmic cries of pain.

It makes people want to take a second look.

I couldn't help but gasp when I saw it.

Could these be the ten long-lost tortures?

Although Sang Ling was ruthless, she was very measured. Even after turning someone into a hornet's nest, she still left them with a breath of life.

Will, covered in blood, was thrown to the ground. His face was turning pale from blood loss, and his eyes were glazed over from the stab wound.

The perpetrator, however, calmly wiped the blood off the dagger.

Looking down with lowered eyes, that's the gaze of someone in a position of power who holds the reins of life and death.

He coldly uttered a few words.

"Those who hurt him deserve to die."

Will, his face covered in blood, looked at Sang Ling and suddenly laughed.

"Do you think you won?"

"Even if I die, I will make you all pay with your lives."

He pulled out a remote control, laughed wildly, and pressed the button.

Let's go to hell together.

A second passed, ten seconds passed, half a minute passed...

A minute passed, and nothing happened. Will's smug smile froze, and he pressed the button again in disbelief.

But nothing happened.

"Impossible, how could this be? Why didn't it start?"

Sang Ling stared at the man on the ground, slapping the remote control and muttering to himself like a madman.

She didn't dig out his brain.

How did he go mad?

"So noisy." Sang Ling said with a cold, disgusted expression.

In another dark room, a tall figure stood in front of a remote control console, slowly severing the connection between the remote control and the console.

Slender, fair fingers moved swiftly across the control panel, and soon the system issued a virus intrusion alarm.

The alarm kept ringing until the data inside was completely consumed by the virus and the system was utterly destroyed.

Before leaving, the man glanced at the security camera on the wall.

Turn around and leave.

After he left, all the cameras in the area short-circuited at the same time, and all the surveillance data was destroyed and could not be repaired.

Su Yu never expected that Zhou Bei's talk of a first-class merit was just a lucky break.

He scooped up the bloodied Will from the ground, his lips twitching slightly, and turned to look at another spot.

On the other side, someone was sitting on the ground, looking up at the little girl like a puppy, obediently accepting a scolding.

"Don't be so impulsive next time, do you hear me?" Sang Ling scolded the restless Fu Jiaojiao, pretending to be fierce.

"I heard you." Fu Jiaojiao nodded obediently, a smile playing on her lips.

"There must be no next time."

"Good~"

Seeing that the little girl had been talking for a few minutes, and worried that she was thirsty, Fu Zhirang asked Zhou Bei to bring over the small water bottle from the car.

"Baby, are you thirsty?" Fu Zhirang opened the small water bottle and held it to Sang Ling's lips.

Sang Ling pursed her lips, feeling a little thirsty, and lowered her head to drink from his hand.

Then, after taking a couple of sips, he would say something to him; after taking a couple of sips, he would say something to him again.

Fu Zhirang obediently agreed, showing a good attitude in admitting his mistake.

Zhou Bei and Su Yu, who were watching from the side, were speechless for a moment.

The accompanying doctor stood behind them, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but lean out and ask, "Excuse me, should we still try to resuscitate them?"

"Wait a little longer." Zhou Bei waved his hand, indicating that people should be patient.

What are you waiting for?

Both the doctor and Su Yu looked puzzled.

Finally, Sang Ling finished speaking, and the person who had just been lively and energetic suddenly became weak and unable to take care of himself.

Fu Jiaojiao leaned against Sang Ling, looking much weaker, and rested her head affectionately on her shoulder.

A soft, coquettish tone.

"Baby, it hurts~"

Look at those pale lips, look at those delicate features; even in his sickly state, he was the most handsome among the sickly.

Right in the middle of the night, Sang Ling grabbed the swaying Fu Jiaojiao and hugged her tightly.

Then she coaxed him softly.

Seeing that it was almost done, Zhou Bei waved his hand, "Alright, you can go now."

The doctor was completely bewildered. After a brief examination and bandaging of Fu Zhirang, he sent him to the hospital for surgery to remove the bullet.

Just as everyone was about to leave, a hand suddenly grabbed Sang Ling's ankle.

"Have you forgotten about me?"

The sound of gritting teeth rang out behind her, and Sang Ling turned around.

She fell silent upon seeing Lin Yan.

Her silence, Lin Yan's cold laugh.

So, Lin Yan, who had been accidentally injured in the leg during the chaotic battle, was also carried away.

Fu Zhirang's surgery was performed by Jiang Xu and was very successful; he just needs to rest for a while.

Sang Ling thought that Jiao Jiao was already difficult to raise, but he didn't expect that he would be even more difficult to raise after being injured.

"Baby, I want to drink water."

"Baby, I can't move my hands, can you feed me?"

"Baby, I'm a little cold, shall we sleep together?"

"Baby, baby..."

When Fu Jiaojiao said she was thirsty again, Sang Ling stood by the bed with a glass of water, looking down at her.

Her lips were lightly pursed.

The frail, sickly beauty lay on the hospital bed, gazing at her longingly, before sadly lowering her eyes.

A faint sadness and grievance emanated from her pale and sickly face.

"Am I too much trouble for my baby? It's all my fault for being useless."

"It's understandable that the baby dislikes me."

Hearing his words, Sang Ling was stunned, and then she saw his aggrieved, sad, yet strong eyes.

For a moment, she even began to wonder if she had been too impatient.

"I don't dislike you." Sang Ling pursed her lips and comforted her softly.

“Baby, you don’t need to comfort me. I know I’m useless right now and can’t do anything.” Fu Jiaojiao instantly transformed into Fu Chacha.

"Who said you're a cripple?" Sang Ling frowned in displeasure.

Fu Chacha cautiously glanced at the person on the next bed.

She pursed her lips and remained silent.

Sang Ling immediately turned her head and glared at the person on the next bed.

Lin Yan, who was happily munching on an apple and enjoying some melon seeds, never expected that he would end up eating his own fruit.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lin Yan was shocked and refused to take the blame.

Sang Ling frowned as she looked at him, then at the delicate and frail Fu Jiaojiao.

"Don't blame your little brother, baby, I'm okay. Even if he curses me in his dreams at night, it's okay." Fu Jiaojiao raised her pale, beautiful face and revealed a strong smile.

It is exactly like a resilient and unyielding little white flower.

Sang Ling was furious. "You insulted him?"

Lin Yan was surprised. "I don't know."

Sang Ling was even angrier, "You even curse him in your dreams?"

Lin Yan felt even more wronged, "I didn't know either."

"Baby, don't be angry, I'm okay." Fu Jiaojiao gently comforted Sang Ling, holding her hand.

Seeing him so wronged, Sang Ling felt even more that Lin Yan was a scoundrel.

Lin Yan, who was almost killed by Sang Ling's gaze, glared at Fu Jiaojiao with resentment.

Damn it, you green tea b*tch!