Plop, plop.
The electric baton crackled with electricity as Shi Yun and her assistant exchanged glances in the office.
The next second.
Shi Yun raised her hands, "Alright, I surrender."
The female assistant also raised her hands, seeming ready to be captured.
The Dragon Guards squinted at the decisive Shi Yun, then nodded, prompting several bodyguards to pounce like wolves and tigers.
However, before the bodyguards could reach Shi Yun, she moved with the elegance of a femme fatale, striking out at the closest bodyguard.
The bodyguards weren't simple street thugs distracted by beauty; they were already on guard against Shi Yun's sudden attack.
The attacked bodyguard raised an arm to block, deflecting Shi Yun's right hook, sneering coldly.
But the next second, Shi Yun exhaled lightly towards the bodyguard.
A faint fragrance wafted over, and as the bodyguard smelled it, his mind immediately became a bit muddled.
