Feng Wu felt suffocated!
Why was this damn assassin so talkative? And she wanted to throttle him whenever he spoke!
Guillotine Seven said, "Kiddo, are you going to admit defeat now?"
Feng Wu snorted. "What difference will it make?"
It was impossible for her to defeat him. Blood was running down her right arm. Had it not been for her special ability, which enabled her wounds to recover more quickly, she would have bled to death by now.
Guillotine Seven said, "If you do, come over here and get on your knees!"
Feng Wu asked, "And if I say no?"
Guillotine Seven sneered at her. "Then you're dead! Just to let you know, a dead body won't stop me doing what I want to do to you."
Feng Wu was speechless. That was outrageous! Go to hell!
Despite the burning rage, she managed to keep her face very calm.
She slowly walked toward Guillotine Seven.
