Xiao Qiao, clad in a tight black outfit with a black ribbon wrapped around her right arm, seemed to reflect a gleaming light in the night, emanating an extremely sinister aura. Her hair was tied up high, her body curvy, and a pair of thigh-high boots accentuated her like the most striking action heroine of a Hollywood movie. A belt at her waist was wrapped with a row of bullets, both dynamic and sexy. With a gun in each hand, the four of them faced each other coldly. Xiao Qiao's black tight outfit bore several dark stains—the marks of fresh blood.
"Oh, looks like they want to take me alive." Even in the face of imminent danger, Xiao Qiao remained composed, her smile seductive, even casting a flirtatious glance at one of the assassins, "Jack, long time no see. Quite the unique way to meet again. Last time I almost blew your balls off, they healed up?"
