บท 51: Chapter 51

Huang Yanyan's POV:

I groaned and flopped limply onto my back, chest heaving as I struggled to suck air back into my battered ribs. Every bone felt like it was on fire, sharp lances of pain strobing through my midsection with each wheezing inhale. 

Even through the hazy veil of agony, I could make out Yang Lixia hovering worriedly by the sidelines, one hand clamped over her mouth in abject horror. Wu Ling was nowhere to be seen - probably the smart move, steering well clear of this level of brutality. Can't risk tarnishing that pristine Ice Queen mystique, I supposed.

As the thundering rush of blood slowly ceased pounding in my ears, the sounds of shouting and clattering chairs filtered back into focus. More security personnel were rapidly descending on the scene, struggling to restrain the last few belligerent punks who were lashing out mindlessly.