Xiao Qiao's non-mainstream fiery red wig was knocked off, her soft hair loosened and fluttered in the wind. Wesley frowned as Xiao Qiao suddenly darted forward, extremely fast, like a phantom. Wesley didn't dodge, he went straight forward. The clash of their bodies produced intense sparks of softness and power, Xiao Qiao yanked his strap and suddenly pulled out a wire, slicing it towards Wesley's carotid artery like a flash of lightning.
Wesley directly snapped his strap, causing Xiao Qiao to lose balance and retreat. She wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes clear yet wild, like a bloodthirsty rose in the dark.
"International Counter-Terrorism?" Xiao Qiao squinted.
"Yes!" Wesley said, "Surrender now."
He had the upper hand.
Xiao Qiao sneered, her heavy makeup couldn't hide her alluring confidence, "The word surrender isn't in my dictionary!"
