Man Suling awoke. Her first reaction was to spring to her feet, agile as a civet cat. Her hands pressed against the ground like forepaws, her legs coiled, feet braced to push off, poised to unleash terrifying power at any moment.
Then, she looked around and discovered her opponent's body.
She let out a sigh of relief and cautiously moved forward to check, confirming the opponent was indeed long dead. She searched the opponent's pockets but found nothing. Man Suling's expression changed. Then, checking the wound on her lower abdomen, she discovered it had already healed!
Someone has been here! She was keenly aware of her injury; she had been treated. Could it be the Boss? No, if it was the Boss, he would have taken me with him directly.
She was mystified but had nonetheless received a life-saving favor.
She cautiously crawled out of the basement. It was now nighttime. In the small courtyard, she called Gao Mengjiu. He answered the moment the call connected, "How are you?"
