Xu Xingguang was completely surrounded by the group of men, blocking her way forward, forcing her to stop. "Tsk." She felt a bit troubled, "No way through."
Surrounded by a pack of wolves, her beautiful face showed no sign of fear or anger.
Xu Xingguang said nothing, instead lowering her head to rummage through something in the canvas bag she carried. As she moved, her black hair naturally fell forward, revealing the graceful, delicate nape of her neck.
A natural charm and allure that only further incited crime.
Xiao Qiao raised an eyebrow, curious about what that woman was fishing out of her bag.
A gun?
Or money?
Or, more daringly, a bomb?
But the result surprised Xiao Qiao—Xu Xingguang pulled out a smoking pipe from the canvas pocket.
A jade pipe, not exactly intricate, its mouthpiece worn glossy from use. The crude, rugged design was clearly not a special lady's pipe, but rather a short, curved pipe favored by men.
