Rong Zhi rubbed her soft hair top and asked, "Did the International Federation give any results?"
Fu Yaoyao stood up, brushed the stray hair behind her ears, and snorted coldly, "No, they said that only if we capture Xu Chu, they will respect our demands."
In other words, without the behind-the-scenes boss of the S Research Institute, everything else is non-negotiable.
Rong Zhi nearly let out a sarcastic laugh. She leaned her head back slightly, her brows and eyes filled with a frosty chill.
Truly, a cunning old fox.
She flexed her wrist, dismantled the dagger assembled from the wristband on her waist once more, and with her pale slender fingers, rapidly assembled it with movements barely visible. Five seconds later, a silver pistol lay quietly in her palm.
The sleek gun body reflected silver light under the sunshine. She lazily pulled the smart glasses perched on her head down to her nose and aimed the pistol at a certain point in the sky, pulling the trigger directly.
"Gah—"
