Jing Lihua's movements were swift. She rose, her dark green eyes flashed with focus and determination. The guns in her hands were light and weightless. The way she handled them, it was as if she was made for them. It was as if she had years of practice. And it was true too. In her last life, dangers lurked from every corner. It was a depressing truth that nevertheless it was the truth-the experience of the past life taught her some valuable skills.
The shots fired one after another. Her fingers were rapid on the trigger. The recoil of the gun wouldn't even cause her to stagger a bit.
Wang Yi was too stunned to act. "Wait... Let me handle this—" When Wang Yi had just stood up, he was once again speechless.
