Finally, after she had put on her last coat, she paused slightly.
Then, in an unusually calm but unmistakably sad tone, she slowly spoke.
"Before I joined the Security Team, I was a mercenary. I remember once, during an extremely dangerous mission in Mexico, I was ruthlessly betrayed by the teammate I trusted most..."
At this point, Xiali suddenly stopped, her expression exceptionally pained, making it difficult for her to continue speaking for a moment.
"This injury was inflicted by a teammate?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Xiali shook her head at his words. Then, she pulled down the back of the clothes she had already put on.
With her subtle movement, a shocking scar appeared before everyone's eyes.
It was a ghastly knife scar, shaped like a dagger stab, as if recounting the moments of life and death it had endured.
Just a few seconds later, Xiali pulled her clothes back into place.
"It was a seemingly ordinary mission, deep into the drug lord's lair..."
As she spoke, her eyes deepened, as if lost in memory.
"We advanced side by side. We had cooperated many times before, and even now, I remember the trust we shared as we encouraged each other before we set off."
As she spoke, Xiali's thoughts were once again drawn back to that time.
Stepping into that abandoned factory, the scent of danger truly began to permeate the air.
Gunfire crisscrossed around them, and she, as usual, focused entirely on dealing with the enemy's attacks.
In this life-and-death struggle,
She narrowly escaped death time and again, relying on her agile movements and superb marksmanship.
Leaving the shadow of death far behind.
As the battle gradually drew to a close and the light of victory seemed within reach, she slightly relaxed her guard.
In that instant, a heart-wrenching pain suddenly struck her from behind.
In shock, she spun around, only to see a face so familiar it couldn't be more so.
But at this moment, that face no longer held its former warmth and kindness, replaced instead by indifference and distortion.
The person holding the deadly weapon and brutally attacking her was actually the teammate with whom she had fought side by side and shared life and death!
"Why?" Xiali asked hoarsely, her voice filled with disbelief.
Hearing this, her teammate's lips curled into a cold smile, but he offered no answer.
He even pushed the knife deeper into her back with more force.
"Sorry, only one person can retreat. You stay here..."
Xiali had never imagined that the partner with whom she had faced life and death would now become an accomplice to those devils.
"So, because of this knife wound, you were captured?"
Xiali took a deep breath, nodded, and slowly said, "At that time, they firmly tied me to a cold operating table. The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and nauseating blood. Those people had distorted faces, their eyes revealing cruelty and indifference."
She paused, then continued to recall, "The so-called experienced dissection doctor approached me step by step, holding a sharp scalpel. When its blade lightly grazed the area of my heart, a chill instantly pierced through my body, reaching deep into my soul."
"I begged them to give me anesthesia, to let me pass through this terrible moment in sleep, but in the end, these inhuman devils merely gave me a cold glance."
At this point, Xiali's voice began to tremble, as if she were back in that terrifying scene.
"They just wanted to torment me, to make me witness the entire process of my own dissection. At that moment, I felt as if I was already in hell, and these people were the demons from hell."
At this time, Xiali's complexion became even more somber, like a vengeful spirit that had just struggled out of hell.
Her eyes were hollow and lifeless, devoid of any vitality, only deep fear and despair.
There was no trace of extra emotion on her face.
After hearing Xiali's description, Jiang Cheng frowned and pressed, "Then how did you escape later?"
Recalling that terrifying past, Xiali's voice also became somewhat hoarse.
"At that time, their country's army happened to arrive. Logically, with so much blood loss, I shouldn't have survived, but I don't know why I still did..."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng felt a slight sense of relief.
"Then where is she, the one who betrayed you?"
Xiali shook her head: "After I came back to life, I was treated in the hospital for over a month, and then I was sentenced to prison there on charges of organized crime, until you chose me a year later and released me."
As she said this, Xiali's expression couldn't help but soften again.
If not for Jiang Cheng, she might have spent her entire life in a Mexican prison.
After getting out, she had originally thought she would return to a life of wandering and constant danger, just like before.
But it wasn't like that. Aside from quietly protecting Jiang Cheng, her life was truly peaceful.
From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time she had experienced such a peaceful life.