Even in such a predicament, Musheng didn't exhibit the subjugated demeanor one might expect from a captive; the aura of someone superior remained, as if the person trapped were not her but the group in front of her.
So even though she was lying down, pressed upon, her voice still made these overconfident people panic a little, trembling inexplicably, as if they momentarily believed Musheng could leap out of this extremely solid glass vessel and slit their throats.
Such a bloodthirsty state was truly befitting of the once-famed Special Forces Monarch—K.
Even if she were now to be considered an ordinary person, from deep within, she had never changed.
Could a person like this really be merely dependent on a genetic element, just as the master had claimed?
