After changing into a fresh attire, Bing Shi made her way to Aine's room, spending the night there until the break of dawn.
Emerging with a history book in hand, she crossed paths with a guard sporting a scarf that concealed a cushion-like sponge underneath.
'Not even little Ziek would be able to knock down a man for half an hour without leaving some brain damage as a result.'
'Ru Quan did it without any hesitation, and that precision was no joke.'
'Don't they usually target the space below the jawbone, where you check the pulse?'
'Ru Quan didn't do that. I clearly saw him hitting the middle part of a guard's neck.'
'Hm... Did he strike another pressure point without my notice? Or did he use some kind of poison?'
