Late at night on the street side, Chen Jing sat on the curb, enjoying her barbecue, her long crimson hair fluttering in the wind. She rested her cheek on one hand, leaning against the sparkling clean wooden table, the curve from her chest and abdomen to her waist so exquisitely captivating, like willow branches swaying in the evening breeze.
"Miss Chen, I suggest you go back immediately,"
Axius played with a serrated knife in his hand, using merely his presence to fend off the young punks who thought about approaching. He spoke in a deep voice, "The West Coast is not safe at the moment. Those two lunatics, Medanzo and Lu Bu'er, could come back to kill at any time."
"Is that so?"
Chen Jing munched on skewers, her delicate, vermillion lips glistening with grease, "Then just let them come. Are you all scared?"
Actually, what she thought was, it would be good if they really came.
Then she wouldn't be so bored.
"We're just concerned that the Divine Power has already dissipated."
