When Ji Yin Zhen snapped the other man's eighth rib, that guy jolted awake from his faint in agony.
A fine sheen of sweat covered his face, pouring down like rain!
"I'll let you wander back and forth between fainting and waking." Ji Yin Zhen readied herself to keep striking.
"Wait, wait, I'm from Sicily." Mobis spun a lie; anyway that organization had a big enough name, more than enough to intimidate a peak assassin and Ji Yin Zhen.
"You're lying." Ji Yin Zhen stared at Mobis and caught a fleeting flicker of guilt in his eyes.
Although that guilty look flashed by in an instant, she still managed to catch it in time.
She was a woman, with a strong sixth sense, so she exposed Mobis on the spot.
"How could I be lying?" Mobis avoided Ji Yin Zhen's gaze, forcing a strained smile onto his face.
"Say a couple of sentences in English for me."
"I… I can't…"
Mobis never expected Ji Yin Zhen to play that card, outing him immediately.
