Extracting the bullet, stitching up the wound, bandaging it, Kalifa was handling Su Xiao's wound with a highly unnatural expression.
"Let me go, my chest is about to be chafed. If it leaves a scar there, I will never forgive you."
Kalifa looked coldly at Su Xiao.
"Why don't you just scream then, accuse me of harassing you."
"You think I don't dare?" Kalifa made a gesture to scream and stealthily pulled open her collar a bit, as if she really had been harassed by Su Xiao.
"You dare not," Su Xiao replied calmly and continued, "The poison in your hand is something only certain intelligence organizations use. How would a mayor's secretary have such poison? Are you a spy from an enemy nation? A Navy intelligence officer? A Revolutionary Army agent?"
Kalifa paused her action of pretending to scream and tightened her collar.
"What is it you want?"
