"Someone there?" Hong Yaxuan and Long Hao startled, each drew out their weapons, ready to fight.
It was known that those ninjas from the Black Country were extremely brutal; they either used poison or technological weapons, skilled in using ninjutsu, and their attacks were unpredictable and hard to defend against.
Mo Huasong was indeed fortunate. Just by glancing over there, he was able to spot the enemy.
"It's me." From the darkness, a woman's voice rang out, followed by a figure emerging into view.
Long Hao got a shock when he saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman appearing in front of him.
Such ordinary faces were most suitable for espionage. Regardless of which country's intelligence agency it was, they all wanted to recruit people with such facial features.
People like her were easily forgotten when randomly thrown into a crowd.
Hong Yaxuan moved her right hand, and a powerful inner strength flew out from the blade, ready to slash towards the middle-aged woman.
