In East River, within a villa decorated in a rather classical style.
Jin Enhui, in a long skirt, stood gently before the desk, silently practicing calligraphy.
People always say that the style of one's calligraphy reflects the person, and Jin Enhui's handwriting was indeed beautiful, just like her. However, within this beauty, there was a hint of bloodthirstiness, as if it was poised to seize and devour someone. And the character that Jin Enhui was writing was also the character for 'kill'.
Perhaps the term "femme fatale" was coined for such individuals.
After Jin Enhui finished the last stroke, she hung the brush on the rack and said, "Speak."
Opposite Jin Enhui, that welcomer Chu Feng had seen before spoke respectfully, "Master. Our plan has been exposed."
"What happened?" Jin Enhui asked, unperturbed.
"The wire was raised by two meters, and the rope broke," the welcomer reported respectfully.
"Did anyone get hurt?"
