Director Wang instinctively looked up at the sky, his mind momentarily stalled and unable to function.
It seemed as though something resembling a sword was plummeting straight down from the sky, slicing through layers of tree shadows, heading directly towards his head.
A falling egg from such a high altitude could kill a person standing beneath a building, not to mention this unknown iron object could instantly pierce through his head!
His body's reaction was not as fast as his mind; Director Wang was rooted to the spot, unable to move.
Bai Chuwei chuckled softly, and just before the sword could make contact with Director Wang's head, she suddenly raised her hand, lightly tapping the sword's hilt with a deft twist of her palm.
