"Bang!"
Three consecutive palms, each lethal.
Even though Shangguan Min Yue was a rare genius of the century,
she still could not gain any advantage before Lin Fan.
The fiery pain from the center of her palms forced her to reassess the situation.
"Not done yet, are you? Thinking you can have my head for three million, you must be out of your mind," he said.
Lin Fan stood in front of the mahogany table, his gaze mocking.
This girl's talent was indeed remarkable, and she would surely become a high-level expert in the future.
Unfortunately, that was merely an uncertain future.
She might not even survive today.
"The money was a consultation fee. Killing you is for my innocence. It just shows you don't understand a woman's heart," she said.
Gathering energy in her palms again, Shangguan Min Yue's eyes held hatred.
If Lin Fan didn't die today, she would lose her innocence.
