Yang Ruxin was startled; she hadn't expected that woman to be so ruthless, to sever her own arm directly.
Meanwhile, a puff of black smoke appeared in the room, and then two shadowy figures came and took Mieko and Little Quan Jie away.
When the black smoke cleared, there was still a woman's leg on the ground.
Glancing at the other severed arm on the ground, Yang Ruxin felt her stomach churning fiercely, but fortunately, she didn't throw up.
"Xinxin, don't look." Gu Qingheng was anxious, but he couldn't do anything.
"How can I rescue you if I don't look?" Yang Ruxin took a deep breath, went to pick the ring off the arm, saw a small protrusion on the back of the ring, pressed it, and a long spike shot out from the front. She then got up to the metal frame, found a small hole, and stabbed the spike into it.
A series of clicks sounded, and the shackles binding Gu Qingheng's wrists and ankles opened.
Gu Qingheng didn't say anything, he just embraced Yang Ruxin.
