Those eyes, cold and sharp with a hint of recklessness.
That face, though, appeared harmless. If she hadn't opened her eyes, Situ Yunshu wouldn't believe she was the female assassin Mu Jingnan captured.
She looked like she was in her early twenties, perhaps even younger.
Situ Yunshu approached her, looking down at her sitting on the ground, Ma Yao laughed sarcastically, "Speak quickly, I don't have much time to waste with you."
"You're not afraid?"
"Why should I be afraid?" Ma Yao retorted with disdain, "The worst outcome is death. What's there to fear about death?"
Not afraid of death?
Situ Yunshu slowly squatted down, her hand grabbing her chin. Ma Yao's eyes narrowed, her hand swiftly reaching for her neck,
Crack.
Before she could touch Situ Yunshu's neck, her wrist was grasped and skillfully twisted.
A crisp sound echoed from the joint.
Ma Yao's face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat quickly spread across it.
"Tell me, why did you kidnap Yanli?"
"What's it to you?"
