"Tsk, tsk, tsk, a greenhorn..."
That was what Lin Feng said casually as he walked away.
There was scorn, a sigh, envy, and even a bit of nostalgia.
Only rookies would find being covered in blood terrifying, would instinctively back away at the sight of a glinting blade, would gaze suspiciously at every passerby, seeing them as deranged murderers or cultists....''
"...Is this the daily life of the Special Service Team?"
When Mei Yuge got out of the car, her legs were trembling, and her expression was dazed.
Along with her disheveled clothes, it seemed as if she had gone through something difficult....but she soon regained her senses and started organizing herself, just like her fellow sisters.
"...So that's why he was so ruthless that day....."
At this moment, the girls blushed, not out of affection, but embarrassment for their initial ignorance.
For a knife-wielding felon, naturally, you would aim to disable his armed hand. It's best for both parties.
