The leader's face under the protective mask twisted into a crazed smile. If they weren't going to make it out alive, then this woman wasn't either. They would all die together.
A torrent of ice shards rained down, but a steel umbrella suddenly appeared in Bai Jiao's hand, precisely deflecting every piece.
While the men scattered, pelted by the ice, she stood in the middle of the icy rain, a solitary figure apart from the chaos.
Bai Jiao's lips couldn't help but curl into that signature enigmatic smirk of a domineering CEO. 'Too bad I don't have a paper fan inscribed with "Eastern Seeking Defeat" in my dimensional space,' she thought. 'Otherwise, I could have put on an even better show.'
She couldn't understand why she had been cowering in the ice house before. 'With all my defensive gear and my raw physical power, I should be acting like some hot-blooded manga protagonist and pulling off a huge, flashy move!'
