The previously clear sky suddenly bore a few clouds, and the warm sunlight faded away. The surrounding temperature seemed to drop; a winter alley was cold, and the wind was cold too—but Li Lin and Zheng Zhi felt their blood at that moment was colder than the surrounding wind.
That tall, graceful, seemingly flawless yet grave-cold and dangerous "Iron Puppet" stood silently there. No one knew when or where she had emerged from; her pale female visage calmly watched Zheng Zhi and Li Lin, and the latter didn't dare breathe.
Li Lin held a roasted sweet potato, standing like he was struck by lightning. His first instinct was to draw his gun; however, in reality, he dared not move a single finger, as if fearing that a tiny gesture would trigger some "switch," causing this killing machine to charge at him.
