But at the same moment, he saw the woman flick the dagger in her hand, a flash of silver light across his arm, and his fingers went limp in an instant. The red button was right in front of him, but his fingers were too weak to press it.

It wasn't until about two seconds later that the pain made him realize that the woman had just slashed his wrist.

She pulled him back, and he watched helplessly as blood seeped from his entire arm, quickly forming a worm-like trail of blood before flowing to the ground.

On the ground, a black garment was relentlessly absorbing his blood.

The woman was wearing a tight-fitting outfit that accentuated her long, slender arms. The dagger was also incredibly sharp, beyond what the agent could have imagined, because he only felt the pain two seconds after it cut him. The woman twirled the dagger with her long arms, and as he struggled to call for help, she had already pushed him to the center of the room, the dagger aimed directly at his throat.

She said in a low voice, "I won't kill you, otherwise you would be dead already."

This agent was clearly not a qualified agent, because if he were, he would have discovered that the woman who looked familiar was the wife of Hong Kong's richest man, and that she didn't even wear a mask or disguise herself; she appeared before him with her face completely exposed.

Her composure suggests only one possibility: she is certain he will not accuse her of murder in the future.

If he doesn't want her to accuse him, wouldn't he have to die?

So he was certain to die tonight. However, her hand that chopped off his arm was too fast. It circled around the bone, cutting through the muscle, blood vessels, and nerves. Her actions were too ruthless. He was so frightened when he saw it for the first time that he almost wet his pants.

At this moment, she promised him that she would not kill him. This is actually the method that most men use when abusing women: first crush them with absolute force and ruthlessness, and destroy all of their consciousness and thoughts, making them fear, tremble and crawl on the ground from the bottom of their bones. Then, they give them gentle comfort and hope for life, and they can completely control a woman.

Chen Rou is a woman, so normally she would be the prey.

She had shed blood and sweat, and through repeated struggles in the mud, she had finally mastered the sadistic and control codes that had been passed down only between men since ancient times. Now, facing the British agents, what she had to do was to inflict physical pain and fear on them, give them hope for life, and then deliver a fatal blow when they thought they could survive.

Her voice remained gentle as she pointed to the telephone not far away: "Call Tom now and tell him to come over."

The young agent licked his lips, his eyes pleading: "You...you'll let me go, won't you?"

Chen Rou smiled and said, "Of course."

The young agent breathed a sigh of relief, but Ah Kang remained silent. Just moments ago, he had almost screamed out loud.

He now understood why Master Er and Master Dong were so determined to fight tooth and nail for this young lady.

Who would have thought that long before the agent even entered the password, she was already planning to kill him, and she even prepared clothes with blood on them. How should I describe it? Ah Kang discovered that she not only knew how to kill, but she killed with such fluidity that she turned the killing line into a slaughterhouse.