Damn it.
Annie looked at the bent dining knife, no wonder the other party was so fearless. Annie directly discarded the now useless dining knife and used both hands to hold Li Feng's head, planning to bury him alive.
Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds...
Annie held Li Feng's head tightly as time flew by, and gradually Annie couldn't feel the breath against her chest.
Is he dead?
A trace of confusion crossed Annie's beautiful face. Did her enemy, whom she had been chasing for three years, die just like that?
Annie couldn't feel the thrill of revenge, instead there was a sense of loss.
Another ten seconds passed.
Annie released her hold on Li Feng's head, looked down at the "breathless" Li Feng, and found him smiling and blinking at her.
He didn't suffocate.
The slight disappointment Annie felt was immediately replaced by greater fury. Annie delivered an elbow strike to the bastard who dared to fool her.
