The tall woman clad in a white suit shed her jacket, and in stark contrast to her delicate and charming features, the woman named Zhang Xiaoyan before her had a solid and muscular build—a physique that wouldn't seem out of place even on a man.
The woman who had been sitting on the sofa gently moved her body, and instantly, a crackling sound like the pop of frying beans reached her ears. Speaking of strength was premature, but the mere presence of her formidable aura was enough to intimidate the average male.
Chu Mo, who had previously been indifferent, now showed an interested expression for the first time. He had subconsciously assumed that because his opponent was a woman, she couldn't possibly be as skilled as his professional bodyguards—a maximum of just putting on a scary front. However, now that he felt her powerful presence so closely for the first time, Chu Mo finally realized something.
