Chapter 2: 2.第2章 斩草必须除根（2）

Just as those slender, jade-like fingers were about to touch her cheek, Feng Qingcheng's gaze instantly turned cold. Her left hand shot out abruptly, grabbing the arm that was clutching her hair, while her right hand brought forth a surge of water, meeting those slender fingers head-on.

Her fingers accurately pinched the other woman's wrist. With a slight exertion of her arm, a burst of force—seemingly light upon her own fingertips—was lethally transmitted to the opponent's wrist.

The crisp crack of bone rang in her ears, followed immediately by a delicate yet extraordinarily tragic scream of pain that echoed through the sky.

Feng Qingcheng did not show any mercy because of that scream; the characteristic of an assassin was to pull up the weeds and destroy the roots.

If she was going to do something, she was going to do it most thoroughly.

Her right arm once again exerted force to grip the already injured wrist, and with a swift pull, she dragged the opponent straight into her own waters.

Almost simultaneously, a flurry of chirping exclamations suddenly reached her ears.

"Oh no, the Eldest Miss has fallen into the water too... Someone, come quickly..."

"Help... The Eldest Miss fell into the water to save the Fifth Miss..."

However, as these voices reached Feng Qingcheng's ears, they seemed a little bit performative.

But at this moment, her head felt dizzy and heavy as if it were lacking oxygen, so she couldn't bother with such trivial matters.

The key was that there was still a threat above her head; who knew when the hand clutching her hair would press her down into the water again?

Despite her dizziness, it did not hinder her instinctive self-rescue.

After her right hand broke free, she quickly grabbed the arm that had been pulling her hair. With her palms crossing, amidst the other person's screams, she resolutely dragged the person's body down into the water with her.

The chaotic sounds seemed to become even more chaotic, but this time, the cries for help sounded genuinely panicked.

"Young Master... someone come quickly, our Young Master has fallen into the water... someone come quickly, help..."

Following that was a series of "plop" sounds of people falling into the water.

Good grief, Feng Qingcheng, whose head was splitting with pain, was practically about to explode. What kind of situation was this?

Just a moment ago, the laboratory was so quiet, so how did it turn into such a noisy mess in the blink of an eye?

And calling for "Miss" and "Young Master"—do you bastards think this is a nightclub? Why don't you go ahead and bring out some princesses and babies...

Dizzy and lightheaded, Feng Qingcheng clearly felt someone pulling at her feet underwater, which only made her feel more irritated.

She had a fear of water, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to swim or dive; otherwise, how could she be worthy of being a gold-medal supreme assassin?

Just as she was preparing to kick the opponent's hand away, she suddenly felt several people grabbing her arms in a frantic scramble, and in the blink of an eye, she was hauled out of the water once again.

Her soaking wet hair obscured her entire vision, and before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown heavily onto the ground.

With a "thud," Feng Qingcheng's dizziness instantly intensified. She wanted to get up, but her body was completely powerless.

The chaotic noise around her ears finally began to fade, and only then did Feng Qingcheng's consciousness slowly recover.

A pair of gentle, small hands pulled her into an embrace, and an anxious voice poured into her heart.