Almost at the instant their eyes met, the silhouette of the little girl suddenly vanished. In the next moment, the pillar exploded into a large puff of powder silently. Amid the gray mist, a small hand swiftly reached out, directly grabbing towards Ye Lian's throat.
The little girl's speed was incredibly fast, and Ye Lian, still standing in place, seemed entirely unaware. But just as the hand reached out for her, her head subtly shifted to the side, perfectly dodging it. And as the next moment a kick aimed at her, Ye Lian had already leaped backward, raising her gun and pulling the trigger.
After three consecutive shots, Ye Lian landed more than ten meters away, gently catching her breath.
After a painfully silent second, clear footsteps echoed from the dust cloud... the sound of leather shoes on concrete. As the footsteps grew clearer, the little girl's figure slowly emerged from the dust. Two bullet holes appeared on her chest, and there was a fresh scratch on her face.
