บท 59: Stench Of Blood

As Feng Ruoxi maneuvered the car through the winding streets, her knuckles were white with the intensity of her grip on the steering wheel. The adrenaline that had fueled her relentless pursuit of vengeance still coursed through her veins, leaving her body thrumming with a barely contained energy that threatened to consume her from within.

The scent of smoke and charred flesh clung to her like a shroud, a pungent reminder of the violence she had unleashed upon the Xiao family's enforcers. But beneath that acrid aroma lurked an even more insidious fragrance – the coppery tang of blood, a scent that seemed to have seeped into her very pores, a macabre souvenir of the brutality she had inflicted upon the man who had orchestrated Mr. Xia's demise.