Chapitre 97: Chapter 97 Glitching is Part of the Game

Now, there was a problem.

How to dispose of the corpse after a murder?

And it was her own corpse.

Li Mumu held her own head in her hands, hesitating.

A normal person, of course, couldn't possibly twist off another person's head from their neck with their bare hands.

The martial arts blow she had been planning for a long time had only managed to tear open the other's throat and carotid artery.

The school's martial arts instructor certainly wouldn't teach such a vicious killing technique, but fortunately, the security guard at the school gate was a retired king of soldiers.

He was the kind of good person who could lay down his butcher knife and instantly "Becoming a Buddha".

After three years of apprenticeship, Li Mumu had learned quite a few things.

Then, while searching the body, she found a surgical knife.

It was the same knife she had held in her hands the night before.