Ye Qianxiao kicked a stone over and sat down near Mo Shangjun.
She pulled out her military knife so quickly that no one saw clearly; by the time they noticed, the knife was already in her hand.
She drew a branch from the ground and, holding the handle in her right hand, she made several swift, smooth cuts on the fish.
Quick and precise, her technique was practiced and the cuts, even.
Mo Shangjun lifted her eyelids; not the knife work, but the military knife itself caught her attention—
Cold Steel SRK.
A well-known survival knife, always carried on one's person; clearly, it was from someone who cherished their knives.
As she made a few more cuts, Mo Shangjun harbored doubts. With "Ace's" attitude, "The King of Guns" was supposedly poor at this craft, but if her knife skills were so proficient, how could her shooting be bad?
Holding back her curiosity, Mo Shangjun didn't dwell on it. She leisurely made a few cuts on the fish in front of her and then put away her knife.
