However, that person seemed very familiar with her combat techniques. Swiftly turning around, the person pulled back his wrist, blocking the kick that Song Fan aimed at him.
Dressed in loose men's sportswear, wearing sunglasses and a mask, the person's face was entirely obscured. Yet, Song Fan's intuition told her it was a woman. When she grabbed the person's wrist just now, it felt slender, with smooth skin, and a delicate figure.
Unfortunately, the basement's lighting was too dim, and Song Fan had just entered, so her eyes were still adjusting. All she could make out was a diamond earring on the person's left ear.
In a moment of distraction, the person swiftly executed a hand chop on Song Fan's left shoulder. Song Fan's left shoulder had been injured a long time ago, but she couldn't recall how. This had become a weakness for her in fights.
The person didn't show any mercy, exerting full force. Surprisingly, Song Fan winced in pain and took a step back.
