The assassin's face was filled with terror, his pupils reflecting a very young face.
He couldn't understand why this girl's power was so strong.
She was practically a female Rakshasa, the kind that could take a life at any moment.
"Ji Ning... you... don't be rash... our mister has high hopes for you... wants to make friends with you." The assassin's face turned red as he struggled to utter these words.
Ji Ning looked at him for a while, then let go of her hands and straightened up.
The assassin fell heavily to the ground, gasping for fresh air.
Ji Ning glanced at him and suddenly laughed, "Sure, take me to see your mister."
The assassin seemed surprised she agreed to meet the person and was momentarily stunned.
"What? Don't dare take me there? Or is there no such person?" Ji Ning's eyes showed no warmth as she took a few steps, bent down to pick up the gun the assassin had dropped, loaded it skillfully, and aimed at him.
