Chapter 1 (2/2)

Wu Mei caught the beer bottle in the air and held it in her palm with precision. She pressed the blonde’s palm against the bar counter with one hand and stabbed him with the bottle in her other!

Rip!

The sound of a sharp weapon cutting through flesh could be heard.

The bottle pierced into the blonde’s palm and pinned his entire hand on the bar counter!

It was drenched in blood.

The onlookers who had been secretly watching from the sidelines shrieked in fear.

The blonde broke out in cold sweat from the pain and screamed, “Ahhh! My hand!”

Wu Mei didn’t even frown, as if she couldn’t hear his wails at all. She pinched his chin, her smile beautiful and enchanting.

“Let me see how amazing you are.”

She patted this face and said, “Ah, so you’re not only good in bed but also good at getting beaten up.”

Finally, the blonde obtusely sensed danger.

In his eyes, the woman was still smiling, but this smile had become Satan’s sneer!

“You b*tch, do you know who I am? I’m going to make you—Ahhh!!!”

“I just know that you talk a lot.”

Wu Mei did not wait for him to finish. She mercilessly turned the beer bottle that was in the blonde’s palm, forcing him to swallow his insults.

The pain was too intense. The blonde’s throat rumbled twice and he fainted.

Tsk, he fainted just like that?

Wu Mei let go of his hand with disinterest and looked at the blood on her hand with distaste. She stopped a waiter and, to his horror, grabbed the towel that was draped over his shoulder.

She wiped her hands carefully. Her fingers were very fair and thin. They didn’t look like the hands of a murderer at all.

Once, twice.

By the time Wu Mei finally wiped her hands clean, there was a deathly silence in her surroundings.

Except for the sound of a pair of steady footsteps.

Someone came in.

It was someone with an imposing aura.

Wu Mei had been a special agent for many years and had an acute sense for danger. She turned her head warily…

Behind her stood a man.

An extremely perfect man.