The criminal investigator, holding handcuffs, moved with the stride of a dragon and tiger, eyes fierce, heading directly to cuff Shen Yahut.
Shen Yahut's chest heaved violently with anger; she raised her arm and slapped the investigator.
"Slap!" A resounding slap echoed.
"How dare you hit me!" The investigator was stunned for a moment, utterly unexpected that Shen Yahut was so unrestrained, caught off guard and slapped directly.
The other companions were equally stunned; for Shen Yahut to hit someone was simply courting death. If it weren't for the task at hand and their identity preventing them from acting recklessly, they would have struck at Shen Yahut viciously, and by then, Shen Yahut would have suffered fatal harm.
"So what if I hit you, my hand hurts! You're just a servant, disregarding others, acting so audaciously, and using handcuffs to scare people. Hitting you was light, I would even sue you." Shen Yahut spoke with authority, overwhelmingly strong.
