Feng Ling took another step back. While everyone's attention was drawn towards Feng Mingzhu who was crying out in pain, Feng Ling held onto the railings firmly and threw her body forward, jumping down from the second floor. For someone who had endured long-term training in XI Base, such a height was no problem for her.
The instant she landed on the ground, she shifted her feet and sent the person closest to her flying with a kick.
She then swung the knife in her hand forward with a whistling noise, pressing it against the opponent's throat before he could react. The man swallowed back the cry he was about to release and stared at her in disbelief. The ice-cold knife pressing against his throat rendered him unable to move.
Feng Ling did not intend to kill anyone. Under the opponent's astonished gaze, she abruptly lifted her other hand and delivered a harsh blow against his neck.
