Then, what made Dasheng even more incredulous was that Luo Qingli spat out a small blade from her mouth, dropping it onto her shoulder. She then flexed her shoulder until the blade landed in her hand.
This was certainly not something she had just learned; the entire movement flowed like water, surely practiced hundreds of times, with untold hardships behind it. Once the blade was in her hand, Luo Qingli finally smiled in satisfaction.
Ropes? Sorry, I'm going to cut you now.
As long as it didn't involve people she cared about, Luo Qingli remained quite calm in such situations.
As for hiding the blade in her mouth, she learned that skill at the intelligence bureau. It was something every trainee had to master.
After a few more scrapes, finally, the rope was cut through.
Luo Qingli walked up to Dasheng, looking down at him from above. Her lips seemed to carry a faint hint of sarcasm.
