Yanmo Lin's pitch-black eyes slowly darkened, silently gazing at his face. Killing intent gleamed in his pupils like a black curtain slowly approaching, ready to envelop him completely.
"That statement of yours is quite risky." Xia Pingzhou said emotionlessly, "I should have the hacker check if you're actually an undercover agent."
"Most of the ones I've killed before were simple-minded fools I could see through at a glance. I wasn't interested in them, so when I killed them there wasn't much fun, merely passing the time."
At this point, Yanmo Lin suddenly paused for a moment and turned to look at Xia Pingzhou, "So... if I could personally kill you, it would be wonderful. Do you understand how it feels?"
"It would be strange if I did."
"What a pity, I thought you might understand."
With that, Yanmo Lin suddenly extended her right arm, lifted the long scabbard, and pressed the end of it against Xia Pingzhou's chin.
