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As she said this.
Her embroidery needle had already pricked the assailant's acupoint.
Seeing the disbelief in the assailant's exposed eyes, Ye Shaohua withdrew her needle, "A woman daring to come out in the dead of night, did you not wonder why? Because she's not afraid of a scoundrel like you."
After speaking, she pinned the embroidery needle back onto her clothing, dusted off her sleeves, and walked away.
As for the two individuals standing not far from her, she didn't even spare them a glance.
The man in green standing on the stairs watched Ye Shaohua, his handsome brows slightly raised.
The bodyguard following him had already stepped forward to examine the assailant's injury and understood where he was hurt. He removed the mask from the assailant's face and asked, "Master, his acupoint was pricked, and it's the 'Ghost's Sorrow' technique from the Jianghu—what do we do now?"
