Lurking in the shadows, Su Xiaoyue was still astride the motorcycle, her means of escape. Seeing that the hitmen couldn't find her and were indeed moving her laptop, she immediately wrapped a small pebble in the slingshot pouch, then pulled back the slingshot and aimed at the back of the black-clad man's hand. Like releasing an arrow, with a flick of her wrist, the pebble shot out, homing in on the man's hand with the fastest speed.
"Uh."
The pebble hit its mark.
The man, in pain, instinctively loosened his grip, and the laptop he was holding fell to the ground with a thud. Su Xiaoyue didn't give him a chance to pick it up, and shot another pebble, this time aiming for the man's eyes. It wasn't that she was ruthless; the attackers were skilled in martial arts, while she was not, so she had to blind them first. Without sight, their skills were useless.
Su Xiaoyue played with the slingshot as if it were the purest form of skill, like handling a gun—her shots never missed.
