Let me win you over, and you'll become a heartthrob before I even begin?

Everyone except her screamed in despair!

Some people fainted.

Some people glared at Yan Weixi with such malice that they wished they could stab her to death with their eyes!

Tormented by the pain, some people, disregarding the dire situation, broke down and vented their anger and hatred: "Yan Weixi! Don't be so smug! Once I get out, I'll definitely kill you!"

It started with the first person.

Others immediately echoed:

"Yan Weixi! I will never let you get away with this!"

"You bitch! You bastard! You dare kill me if you dare! Once I'm healed, I'll make sure you don't get away with this!"

"You've done so many bad things, you'll definitely get your comeuppance! You'll die a horrible death!!"

"You worthless wretch, born of a mother but uneducated by one! You and your whole family will die a horrible death sooner or later!"

Seemingly out of anger, or perhaps because they saw that Yan Weixi was no longer attacking them and assumed she was afraid of killing them, they suddenly rebelled and stopped begging for mercy.

They began to angrily denounce Yan Weixi.

They placed themselves in the position of victims, using what they thought were the most disheartening curses to nail Yan Weixi to the pillar of shame for the wicked.

They were convinced that God would take pity on them as victims at this moment and would punish the "evil people" sooner or later.

They then disregarded the public's outrage and condemned her!

Yan Weixi shrugged indifferently: "That's it? Even your insults aren't as vulgar as mine. It's really boring."

Yan Weixi slung the baseball bat over her shoulder, ready to leave.

Her hands were a little sore from typing.

I want to go home, lie down, and play on my phone.

But the group continued to hurl insults at her relentlessly.

"Serves you right for being a simp and never getting a man! A vicious, heartless woman like you should die!"

"You bitch! How dare you say we're bullying you? You're the most insidious one! A vicious girl like you deserves to die a horrible death! May your grandparents, parents, and your whole family die a horrible death!"

Yan Weixi, who was about to leave, stopped in her tracks. The aura surrounding her suddenly changed, no longer the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere from before.

At this moment, a menacing aura surrounded her, her eyes narrowed dangerously, and her voice was somber as she asked them a question that seemed irrelevant:

"Still able to talk? So energetic, can I assume you're still interested?"

Yan Weixi's lips suddenly curled into a malicious smile.

Yan Weixi's ambiguous words startled the group: "Wh...what?"

Some people reacted quickly, their faces turning deathly pale: "What...what are you going to do!?"

Yan Weixi smiled and said, "It's nothing."

"You guys were admitted to the special admission class, you must know that there are mock exams before the official exam, and tutorials before playing games, right?"

Upon hearing this, anyone with a quick mind would immediately understand her meaning, and would stammer in fear, their voice trembling, unable to speak coherently: "What...what are you going to do!?"

"It's nothing, I just came to collect a debt. If you don't owe any money, why would anyone come to 'collect' it?"

She won't let them die.

Who says only death is scary?

What's more terrifying than death is the suffocating feeling of impending death, experienced time and time again.

She came here only to get revenge on her past self, and to make herself happy by working overtime temporarily to let go of the grievances of the past.

She originally planned to beat them until she felt better and then let them go.

result.

They shouldn't have done that.

She cursed her beloved grandmother!

Anger overwhelmed her reason, and he whispered in her ear: No one can say anything about my grandmother.

Yan Weixi raised her hand and took off her hood. The next moment, a faint and unclear green light surrounded her.

A dark glint flashed in her eyes, appearing sinister and terrifying in the dimly lit factory, like a demon emerging from a desolate swamp filled with withered, skeletal arms.

With a wave of his hand, a green light, symbolizing the source of healing, filled the entire factory, healing the wounds on everyone's body.

She smiled gently, her voice as light as an echo of a countdown to death resounding from the empty depths of hell:

"So--"

"The game is officially starting."