Yu Ruohuan shouted madly, "Zhao Lin, kill her for me!"
Her current hysterical appearance was like that of a complete lunatic.
With a gun pointed at her head, the girl in black showed no sign of panic and remained calm and composed.
"Zhao Lin, the esteemed captain of the Xuanwu Army, resorting to such murderous deeds to silence someone."
The girl's tone was full of disdain and sarcasm.
Zhao Lin's hand holding the gun trembled, and he instinctively asked, "Who are you, really?"
Yu Ruohuan, confident in her victory, had actually walked into another's trap long ago. This girl, though young, controlled the White Gloves; her identity was far from simple.
Shen You'an curled her lips, glanced at Yu Ruohuan, "Let your young lady tell you herself who I am."
Zhao Lin looked at Yu Ruohuan, sensing that there was something amiss about the whole situation.
