"No!"

Xi Youmi let out a miserable howl. Regret and anger came into her eyes, and then she seemed to have made her decision.

A killing intent erupted from her body and she broke the ropes binding her with a flick of her arms.

She then flicked her wrist gently and a red thread flew out like a snake and coiled around Wolffe's neck.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Qin Haodong and Sharapova. No one noticed Xi Youmi who ...