Just a few steps away, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. She raised her hand to wipe, and under the moonlight saw the dark red liquid on her pale palm.
"So ruthless!" she cursed softly, took a handkerchief from her pocket to press on her wound, and quickly left the dead-end alley.
An Hao was awakened by the cold.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying alone on the cold ground, overhead the moonlight bright and sparse stars, silver-gray rays slanting down, just falling beside her.
She struggled to sit up, feeling as if she had just crawled out of an ice cellar, chilled from inside out.
A dull, throbbing pain from the back of her neck reminded her that she had been knocked unconscious with a karate chop.
