The blade's cold gleam shimmered, just like a silver crescent in the night.
Jiang Xulin instinctively stepped back, even though Ye Wanlan's words were not meant for him.
But at that moment, she exuded a formidable aura, like an emperor descending from the throne, commanding a presence no one dared to challenge.
This utterance also astonished the young men who were about to strangle Jiang Xulin to death.
"Don't move yet," said the leader, his gaze shifting. "Let's see what this is all about."
The fact that someone had stopped the out-of-control Aston Martin and rescued Jiang Xulin suggested that this unexpected newcomer was not someone to be trifled with.
The black gunpowder smoke slowly cleared, revealing the girl's figure within their sight.
"A woman?" The young man was stunned, his brain swiftly processing, searching for a female capable of such feats.
