"Ah!" It's a woman's scream.
This is the Mafia's turf, a criminal organization, where everyone, except for one woman, is a man. And this woman is here to conduct a transaction with them.
She is Mr. Yamamoto's mistress, and when she saw the bloody fingers on the ground, her face turned deathly pale.
"Shut up!" Hearing the piercing scream, Xiao Yao frowned, feeling inexplicably annoyed, and loudly stopped her, "Scream again, and you'll lose your fingers too." Threatening someone right on someone else's territory.
As for Mr. Yamamoto, upon seeing the bloody fingers on the ground, he swayed and fainted.
Xiao Yao didn't even glance at him and instead stared at a few hostile people, saying, "I'm Xiao Yao, aren't you here for revenge against me? Come on, are you coming at me all at once, or one by one?"
In the shadows in the corner, Augustus flinched—is Xiao Yao forgetting where she is? This is the Mafia, the world's top-ranked criminal organization.
