"Xixi..." Du Xixi clearly intended to join the fight. Ke Lian lowered his voice, trying to persuade Du Xixi to return, but she easily blocked him with a simple statement, "You know my skills."
Ke Lian was at a loss for words. Du Xixi was personally trained by him, a genius with an S-Class Constitution, her skills surpassing the officers present. Yet, he still worried about Du Xixi, until he saw her casually fiddling with a kitchen knife. The ordinary knife gleamed in the sunlight, its blade flashing incessantly, looking as eager as its owner.
Ke Lian: ...
Ke Lian suddenly recalled Du Xixi's unflinching demeanor when slaughtering a pig—the kitchen knife just grazed the pig a few times, and Du Xixi had already dismembered it into large pieces. The bloody scene with non-stop bleeding made Ke Lian's brows twitch to this day.
