The night was inky black, the street deserted.
A single beam of moonlight fell upon An Ning.
At this moment, she was like a harbinger from hell, shrouded in Evil Qi, her gaze as cold as ice.
The man whose neck she was choking flailed one arm with difficulty. The force on his throat told him she was serious.
His windpipe was constricting, his breathing gradually cut off. He felt as miserable as a fish out of water.
"H-h-h-he—he's over there."
It wasn't that the four men across from them didn't want to fight back, but their boss was in her hands—and in such a state.
They were a little scared.
To be precise, they were terrified.
The girl's eyes were far too frightening.
"Lead the way. Now."
"O-Okay!"
"You let our bo— AARGH—"
One of the underlings who tried to set conditions was sent sprawling by a kick from An Ning.
"Lead the way."
A nearby thug scrambled to help his downed companion.
