Her voice wasn't husky or alluring anymore.
It dropped into a terrifying, demonic register that caused the air in the courtyard to instantly freeze.
The eighty boys paused their screaming, blinking in confusion.
Ji'an raised the spatula.
She didn't aim for a rock. She didn't aim for a dummy.
She aimed directly for Lu Jianheng's perfectly styled head.
THWACK!
The sound of dense cast-iron colliding with a skull echoed across the courtyard like a gunshot.
"AGH!" Jianheng shrieked, his eyes rolling back in his head as the kinetic shockwave sent him flying backward into the mud, a instant welt forming on his forehead.
"She is feisty!" Hu Yanlie roared, completely misinterpreting the violence. "I LOVE IT! HIT ME NEXT!"
"WITH PLEASURE, YOU FERAL IDIOT!" Ji'an roared, entirely abandoning all restraint.
She blurred into motion. She became a silver-haired, white-robed tornado of absolute culinary wrath.
THWACK! SMACK! CRACK!
