Hu Die glanced around.
"Stop looking. We've disabled the surveillance here."
One guy sneered, straightening the traction chain in his hand with a metallic clatter.
Hearing the surveillance was destroyed, Hu Die didn't get nervous; instead, a strange and glaring smile spread across her lips.
"What are you smiling at?"
Ten against one, with weapons, no matter how you look at it, this woman seemed doomed, no matter how good she was in a fight.
If they couldn't take her down, they wouldn't need their boss to punish them; they'd hang themselves out of shame.
Hu Die didn't speak or move. At this moment, she wasn't allowed to go to the trunk to get a weapon, even if she might not have prepared one.
To hell with equality.
There is no equality in this world.
Hu Die's feet didn't move, but her hands did, within the permitted range. However, when they saw what she pulled out from her pocket, the ten men who thought they had this in the bag turned pale.
What the hell!
