"It'll be over in a second."
Wanai grabbed Gu Ning's hand, about to plunge the syringe into her neck.
Gu Ning couldn't reason with this Leopard, and she was no match for his strength. In her panic, she grabbed the hand holding the syringe and bit down hard.
Wanai didn't even frown. Worried she would move and get stabbed in the face, he let go of the syringe, caught it with his other hand, and deftly brushed her hair aside.
The moment Gu Ning sensed his actions and intent, she let go of him. Her adrenaline surged, her reflexes sharpened several times over. She slid downward, and just as Wanai reached for her, she lashed out with a double-footed kick to his face.
Putting three hundred percent of her strength into it so as not to suffer for nothing, she actually kicked Wanai so hard he staggered backward. He had to plant a hand behind him to keep from falling over.
Wanai took a deep breath and lunged for her again.
