"I can't believe you're so skilled!" Li Xiaoran exclaimed in surprise, counterattacking as she spoke. "I thought you were just an ordinary person!"
Zhao Dong let out a cold laugh, his fist rocketing forward without mercy. Li Xiaoran couldn't block it. The punch sent her flying backward into the wall, and she crumpled to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Zhao Dong dusted off his hands and casually pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. He looked at Li Xiaoran coldly. "I told you, if you had sized up the situation, surrendered, and confessed everything, I might have given you a chance. But you just had to ask for it."
Straining, Li Xiaoran forced herself back to her feet. Her beautiful face was now a shade paler. She clenched a stray strand of hair between her teeth.
"I'll never surrender! I will kill you!"
Suddenly, a sharp dagger appeared in Li Xiaoran's hand, and she lunged at Zhao Dong.
