At the end of the corridor, there were changing lockers, clearly not considering the possibility of someone sneaking in at night when it was initially designed...
Under Ling Mo's watchful gaze, the woman changed her clothes unhurriedly, occasionally pausing to tidy up certain details... However, for the battle-hardened Ling Mo, this scene was not enough to affect his actions...
"Let's observe first."
About less than ten meters apart, Ling Mo quietly stared at the other person's every move, eyes unblinking...
"Ajing, come here."
After fastening her shirt, the woman suddenly called out without raising her head.
Just then, a rank wind suddenly rushed from behind her, followed by a hand covering her mouth, while another arm firmly wrapped around her upper body.
Suddenly attacked, the woman's eyes widened in shock, and without hesitation, she lifted her heel and stomped fiercely on the assailant's instep.
