He was plummeting rapidly downwards, the wind roaring in his ears. Faint shouts from his teammates still echoed across the bridge. (Search for the latest chapters on the novel tribe website.)

As the sound of death's footsteps echoed, a strange flip occurred in mid-air, back facing down. "Bang!" A heavy thud resonated as it crashed onto the water surface.

Officer Rao Xuekong, a policewoman known for her beauty and bravery, died heroically at the age of 23 while assisting Interpol in apprehending an international fugitive.

But, in fact—

Pain, so intense.

Death, so close.

Rao Xuekong was once again struck by these two extremes, his soul trembling. The next second, his heart suddenly tightened, death!

There's no doubt about it, falling from that height means certain death. But why can I still feel pain?

Could it be that he miraculously survived and was rescued?

Memories flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but mutter curses under my breath. Damn it! I wasn't hurt by the criminals, but instead, I was knocked down by a teammate who acted like a pig because of one mistake. I fell from a height!

Luckily I didn't die, otherwise this would be a huge joke for the police. I was killed by my own teammate accidentally!

He must be the most miserable special police officer who died this century!

There's nothing scarier than a teammate who acts like a pig, because you really don't want to face an opponent as formidable as a god.

But to fall from such a height, how could he possibly survive? It makes no sense! And his head doesn't hurt, instead there's a stinging pain in his...

What?

Well, even though it's pretty high, it's not going to save the day.

Just as I was trying hard to open my eyes to personally inspect my injuries, a timid voice sounded in my ear.

"Third Miss, wake up... Third Miss, wake up..."

Is this chanting? All you do is repeat the same phrase over and over again? Who is Miss Three? Is she an orphan? Are her parents dead? Does she have any siblings or relatives? She only has a few dozen masters.

"This dead girl isn't pretending to be dead, is she? This isn't the first time our family has used corporal punishment. In the past, no one died from it, so why has she become so weak?"

Another voice reached Rao Xuekong's ears. This voice sounded pleasant to hear, but the words it spoke carried a chill and coldness. What made Rao Xuekong feel strange was that the way the words were spoken was like ancient times. Although he found it strange, he subconsciously began to extract some information from those words.

Playing dead? Isn't that what happens when someone is being rescued at the hospital?

Shouldn't this be at our special police unit?

If their team is punished, they usually run 10 kilometers with weights or swim 3 kilometers with weights. What the heck is "bearing responsibility"?

And yet, he's the only one on the team who can play English Iron, while everyone else only knows how to play regular Iron. Who ever said he was weak?

So, now it's not in the hospital, not in the police force, not anywhere in Sydney!

Captured by the enemy?

That voice rang out again, "Very well, thirty lashes have been given. Send her back. Find some medicine to apply to her wounds so that people won't say my mother/ treated a concubine poorly and left this girl with a damaged reputation."

Yes, Miss.

Then, Rao Xukong realized that he was being carried away. His arms were useless, unable to exert any force, yet the two men carrying him were clearly strong and muscular. Despite this, they simply dragged him along. The tips of his feet scraped against the ground, and in no time, his toes began to burn with pain.

Then the problem arises, is there no wearing shoes? Also, I heard someone mention Miss Three, what's going on?

With a dizzy head, she thought they had arrived at their destination. She was roughly placed on the bed and laid down, feeling increasingly more pain in her rear end. Her toes also felt sticky and wet, as if they were bleeding. The timid voice, which had first spoken so softly, said again with trembling fear: "Third Miss, please bear with me for a moment. I'll go to Madam's place to get some medicine for your wounds."

As he finished speaking, the sound of tiny footsteps gradually faded away.

Slave...

Aunt…

Rao Xukong strained her eyelids, trying hard to keep them open. But she seemed trapped in darkness, unable to break free. The pain was clear, but her soul and spirit felt as if they were only half-awake. Her eyelids couldn't obey her commands and open.

Struggling and trying my best, I don't know how long it took, but the faint footsteps gradually approached again, accompanied by another set of slightly heavier footsteps beside them. Rao Xukong realized that his hearing seemed to have improved.

"Third Miss, are you alright? Oh oh, why were you punished..."

As the cry rang out, someone sat down beside her, reaching to pull back her robe, gently.

"Auntie, please be gentle. Third Miss is afraid of pain."

"So much flowing, wahhh..."

Look, it seems like another crybaby has arrived. Rao Xuekong's inner confusion has reached an unbearable level, she absolutely had to open her eyes and see what was going on!

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