Shen Qingrou fell to the ground and watched the scene before her. Outside the door, the sky was overcast, and dim light shone in from the doorway, casting the two men, Shen Mu and the man, in a spotlight as they battled. Light leaked from the gaps between their bodies, but because of the backlighting, their faces were not visible, though their silhouettes were clear. Shen Qingrou could clearly see Shen Mu's flying hair, the proud bridge of her nose, and her curled eyelashes. In that moment, Shen Qingrou felt as if she had never truly known Shen Mu.
Such skill, such reaction time, such coldness and aura... She was like a god descending to earth, holding the grim reaper firmly in her hand. Shen Mu's knife was pressed against the man's neck, and she spoke in a cold voice, "If you dare to shoot, my knife will immediately cut your trachea."
The man's hoarse voice rang out, "Miss Shen wants to compare with me, whether my bullet is faster or your knife is faster?"
