Lan Xue walked quickly through the long marble hallway of the Lan estate with a tight, serious look on her face. Her heels tapped sharply on the polished floor. She looked like she was in a hurry, but deep inside her chest something darker simmered.
She muttered to herself under her breath.
"Who the fuck saved me back then?" Her voice was low, irritated. "When I was getting attacked in my hideout… who the hell was that? That silver haired bitch walking on thin air..."
She frowned deeper. She had replayed the memory dozens of times. A shadow. A burst of some unfamiliar power. Someone interfering in her fight. Someone helping her. And she hated every second of it despite how much it helped her.
"I still got no clue," she muttered. "But at least I know now who sent people after me."
She clenched her fist.
"Asashi family. Just like I suspected. That was obvious. They choose the worst moment to attack us."
Her eyes turned cold.
