Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

Chapter 168 Nothing a stab in the back can't solve.

The young man appeared calm and collected on the surface, but inside he was terribly panicked.

His eyes darted around as he pondered how to escape, when suddenly the knife around his neck tightened.

"Take me to Fang Xu now." Sang Ling's eyes were hazy, her lips were slightly pursed, and her voice was cold and serious.

The boy was puzzled. "What are you looking for? The person is right there..."

Huh, it really is gone.

Upon discovering that Fang Xu was missing, the young man was torn between loyalty and his life, and hesitated to make a decision.

The doctor gave him a second life; he shouldn't betray him.

But if I don't betray him, he'll be dead.

The boy, his face pale and ashen, gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I'll take you there, but you fucking stop stabbing me."

With one hand holding a knife to the boy's neck and the other hand secretly stabbing him several times with another dagger, Sang Ling slowly pulled out the red knife.

He said "Oh".

The boy, who had almost been turned into a hornet's nest, was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Damn, everyone says they're crazy and sick, but now he thinks Sang Ling is the one who's seriously ill.

Sang Ling asked the boy to lead the way to find Fang Xu, who had run away. Halfway there, she felt it wasn't right to just leave like that, so she turned back and called out.

"Jiaojiao."

The next second, the big dog came running at the sound.

Sang Ling could see someone standing in front of her, but she couldn't see his face clearly. However, she knew it was her Jiao Jiao.

"I'm going to capture Fang Xu. Can you manage alone here?"

Although Jiaojiao seems very capable now, she is still a little worried.

Fu Zhirang's fierce eyes flashed, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he uttered a deep, sexy voice, "Hmm."

Fu Zhirang stared intently at Sang Ling, gently stroked her face, and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. His husky, deep voice was very reassuring.

"I'll catch up soon, be careful."

Sang Ling smiled and nodded.

A sarcastic, cold snort reached my ears.

"Be careful! Ha, showing off your love will get you killed!"

The boy, who was brutally attacked at close range, gritted his teeth and sneered.

Don't ask, the only answer is that your smiles stung me.

Fu Zhirang frowned and looked at him with displeasure. The boy, who had completely given up, glared back and pointed to the bloody holes in his neck and body, saying, "What are you looking at? Look at us now, who looks more dangerous?"

"Shut up." Fu Zhirang's eyes turned cold, and he grabbed his wrist with a "snap".

"Ouch..."

The boy's face turned even paler as he looked incredulously at his limp right hand.

“This is a warning,” Fu Zhirang said coldly.

If he hadn't still been useful to the little girl, the damage he caused wouldn't have been as simple as just breaking her wrist.

Fu Zhirang wanted to give a few more words of advice, but on the other side, several experimental subjects who had been temporarily defeated by him slowly stood up, and some of them even began to mutate.

There's something weird everywhere.

The experimental subjects, covered in wounds, were all bloodthirsty, their eyes filled with nothing but primal killing intent, almost in a state of frenzy.

After watching the little girl leave, Fu Zhirang turned around and looked at the berserk experimental subject with a frosty expression.

He raised his sharply defined face, twitched the corners of his mouth, and gave a cold look.

"It's too dangerous here, we can't let her wait too long, don't you think?"

The mutated and berserk experimental subject roared and charged at Fu Zhirang, plunging into another chaotic battle.

Sang Ling led the boy outside, her brows furrowed warily, and she warned in a low voice, "You'd better not try anything funny."

The boy gritted his teeth in pain and said angrily, "You fucking say it, but what do you mean by stabbing me in the back again?"

Sang Ling silently drew her red knife again and said lightly, "Just in case."

The boy suddenly felt powerless as if he had encountered a madwoman, and for a moment lost all his vicious methods.

They honestly took Sang Ling to find Fang Xu, but they couldn't find him in several places.

"Are you kidding me?" Sang Ling frowned in displeasure.

"Please, please stop stabbing me! I'm already riddled with holes!" The pale-faced boy, suffering from excessive blood loss, was on the verge of tears.

God knows what kind of crazy woman he encountered. She would stab him if he couldn't find anyone in a place, and she would stab him if he said a single word.

Although he has a strong self-healing ability, he shouldn't be stabbed like that.

Just as Sang Ling was about to speak again, the cold blade tip pressed against her skin once more, and the boy quickly answered.

"It's not that I brought him here by mistake, I really don't know where he is now."

Sang Ling pursed her lips, her tone dismissive, "Useless."

Just as they were about to send him to the next location, the surrounding lights suddenly turned on, illuminating the spacious arena as if it were daytime. A figure suddenly appeared on the previously empty platform.

"Number 2, are you no longer going to be half-dead from being taken advantage of by a woman?" The arrogant voice easily pierced the eardrums, extremely haughty.

The boy's expression changed; he clearly recognized the other person, but their relationship didn't seem to be good.

Despite being in a sorry state, he still scoffed and retorted, "None of your business."

The young man standing on the platform was dressed in a black suit, with a pair of frameless glasses on his cold face. He looked respectable, but in reality, he was a beast.

The young man looked down at the two of them, a hint of contempt and arrogance flashing in his eyes. He seemed to disregard Sang Ling and instead focused his attention on the boy.

"Useless thing." The young man stared at the boy for a few seconds and said sarcastically.

"Who do you think you are? You think you're so great? Go ahead and fight her. I guarantee you'll beat her up without her saying a word." The boy shouted angrily.

In his view, Sang Ling was a more ruthless being than the young man in front of him.

The young man's cold gaze fell on him. "I'll handle her myself. Now get out of my way."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy was blasted away by an invisible force.

Sang Ling looked at the empty hostage beside her, blinked slowly, and glanced at the pitiful boy lying on the ground coughing up blood.

What? Fighting each other?

"You are the intruder?" The young man who was just on the high platform was now standing in front of Sang Ling in the blink of an eye.

He looked down at her with a haughty tone.

Sang Ling looked at the humanoid mosaic in front of her, frowned slightly, and then heard him say something.

"I heard you killed a lot of test subjects, even Number 2 suffered at your hands," the young man said with interest.

"I thought he was some important figure, but he looks nothing special." The young man raised the corners of his mouth with a disdainful sneer.

His gaze lingered on Sang Ling's eyes, and he said with certainty, "You've been poisoned by Number 9, and you won't live for more than a few days."

Sang Ling pursed her lips as she looked at the humanoid mosaic in front of her, spouting wild words and approaching step by step.

He quickly stabbed him.

Then he reached out and touched his chest, feeling his heart beating strongly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, I'm still alive.

Sigh, I'm just scaring myself.