"Mo Wushuang!" Long Chengtian suddenly shouted, his voice almost piercing Wushuang's eardrums. She picked up a beverage can and threw it at him, her eyes showing a hint of displeasure.
"Shut up, I know my name is Mo Wushuang, you don't need to shout it so loudly."
Long Chengtian was furious, both angry and helpless. He had always been helpless against Wushuang. When she chased him, all he did was retaliate and run away. This woman was practically made of iron, impervious to swords and spears. No matter what you said or did, she would ignore you and force you to accept her pursuit. She was so domineering that it was outrageous. Even if she shot his woman dead, she wouldn't feel any remorse. She would even say without batting an eye that his woman was in her way, so she shot her dead.
