She stood up, and Quan Jingwu reached out to stop her.
"Wait."
"Hmm?"
"Put on your gloves."
With that, he removed his own gloves and put them on her hands.
Jian Qing smiled faintly and then walked over to Jikin.
She lifted a foot and kicked at Jikin, prompting him to turn over.
Her aggressive action left everyone present dumbfounded.
"Are you Jikin?"
Jian Qing looked down at him from a vantage point, her voice cold.
Jikin, seeing a woman, looked at her with contempt. "Major Quan, is this all you're capable of? Now you even have to rely on a woman to help you?"
The smile at the corner of Jian Qing's mouth grew even colder. She stepped directly onto his chest with swift and savvy movements, "Jikin, it seems that you're not as smart as Iverson. Hasn't he ever told you that sometimes women can be scarier than men?"
"You..." Jikin, meeting her icy gaze, choked on his breath.
How did she know about Iverson? Was it Quan Jingwu and his people who told her?
