Fang Xiaocao took her Steel Nail and Flying Dagger, placing them back on their dedicated belts, making sure they were within easy reach for her uninjured hand. She didn't take a gun but instead grabbed another Dagger, "I only have one good hand; in a critical moment, a Dagger is more useful than a gun."
Hummingbird was taken aback by her words and looked at Fang Xiaocao's injured hand. The pristine white bedsheets were already soaked through with blood, resembling a dark red cloth.
Hummingbird's eyes flickered with distress and nodded.
She stashed the gun on her person.
"They must be from the Pawnshop, right?"
Gazing down at the three men's corpses on the ground, Fang Xiaocao asked in a grave tone.
The current Xiaocao was no longer the young girl who had vomited uncontrollably after her first kill.
Having experienced so many life-and-death situations, she could now look calmly at the blood-drenched corpses.
"Yes!"
"There's a mark on their clothes!"
