Rip!
The sound of clothes being torn drifted out from inside the room. The two guards outside the room looked at each other and smiled.
Back in the room, the man lifted the piece of cloth torn from Leng Shuang's dress to his nose and sniffed deeply. His eyes once never left Leng Shuang, he was completely mesmerised: " Even the clothes beauty has worn smells lovely."
Leng Shuang's face was expressionless. Her clothes had been changed and it left her defenceless. Otherwise, that blow to the neck earlier would not have just cut his neck, it would have taken his life!
However, if it was Master, this man would be dead either way. Master did not need weapons to kill people. It seems that she needed to learn from Master how to kill people bare-handedly.
