Huo Yao hated the way Yuan Huan was looking at her. The greedy and crazed look in his eyes triggered some traumatizing memories for her.
Moreover, they were in an enclosed room, so the stench of the medical solution felt stronger than usual. She no longer had the patience to find out what he wanted from her.
She flicked her fingers swiftly and an acupuncture needle appeared in her hands. Yuan Huan could sense a stabbing pain leaving his hand trembling when it struck him on the wrist.
Huo Yao narrowed her eyes threateningly and grabbed Yuan Huan's right wrist. She was too fast for Yuan Huan to even register what happened.
In the blink of an eye, Huo Yao had the gun in her hands.
Huo Yao was very nimble. Yuan Huan narrowed his eyes and did not see this turn of events coming. He could still sense the pain in his wrist. "Why don't drugs have any effect on you?"
