Listening to the woman's sharp and cold laughter, the man's brow furrowed, and he withdrew from her, standing upright.
"You haven't given up?" The man looked at the woman and asked with furrowed brows.
The woman sat up: "Give up, what's that supposed to mean?"
The man faced her with a cold expression.
"My enemy is still alive and thriving right before me, how can I give up?" The woman replied coldly.
Picking up the clothes from the floor, the man began to dress while saying, "Time and again, assassination after assassination, when have they ever succeeded? The opponent remains unscathed, yet our numbers dwindle each time, and there are precious few left we can use."
The woman's gaze darkened as she looked at him: "Brother Xing doesn't want to help me anymore?"
The man avoided her gaze, saying, "Huaner, aren't you tired?"
