"Why don't you lay your sword down and let me allow you to die happily instead?" retorted Ling Chuxi with a snort. What she hated the most were idiots who thought too highly of themselves. Obviously, these people were here to carry out an assassination, yet this guy wanted to speak so righteously as if being able to die at his hands were a great gift. She really wanted to stomp on his face and grind her foot in it a few times before spitting a mouthful of spittle on him.
