The young girl, with green light flickering in her eyes, advanced directly towards Yang Ming.
She bumped into several passersby, causing a few unfriendly remarks; yet she seemed utterly oblivious, her gaze fixed on Yang Ming.
The fruit knife concealed in her sleeve, the faint green glow in her eyes, and the barely perceptible insect-like aura around her...
gave Yang Ming every reason to get rid of her on the spot.
But Yang Ming couldn't afford to cause trouble.
Especially not at this moment, attracting the attention of local police.
This was deep within the New Federation's territory. Even with the Feinan at his disposal, he wasn't confident he could escape unscathed.
The distance between them shrank to just a few meters.
Yang Ming suddenly quickened his pace, his face blossoming into a smile as he greeted the girl,
"Hi! What are you doing here?"
The girl's expression remained unchanged, indifferent, cold, about to draw her knife.
Her movements were very slow.
