Now, Lily was filled with regret.
She had gone against an assassin's basic principle, which turned out to be the worst mistake.
Being an assassin, showing mercy to the enemy is being cruel to oneself.
Had she struck Zuo Mufeng down with her blade just now, would this bastard have had a chance to act?
"You call me shameless? It's just the pot calling the kettle black. You ruined that face, but I think yours is far more suitable for my experiment."
Lily tried to exert her strength, but surprisingly, she was restrained by Zuo Mufeng.
Zuo Mufeng seemed to see through her intention, "Don't bother, you won't be able to move. My silver needles have hit all your anaesthetic points."
But for a high-risk individual like her, he must not let his guard down.
Zuo Mufeng found a piece of heavily-duty nylon rope used to restrain mental patients and tied her hands and feet together.
"Let me go, Zuo Mufeng. If you dare to touch me, I swear to leave you dismembered."
