The expressions on everyone's faces subtly changed, no one had expected such a frail woman to possess such skill. Could she be an undercover agent hiding in plain sight?
Only John Hill's expression remained indifferent, his eyes unchanged, showing only a hint of interest as he curled his lips slightly, "Do you think, with this gun in your hand, you can fight your way out?"
"No." Ning Xia smiled faintly, "But do you know? In the Orient, there is a saying, 'A warrior prefers death to disgrace!' If I am to die, I will die by my own hand!"
With that, she pulled the trigger, aiming directly at her own temple.
The light in John Hill's eyes grew darker, "I always knew you were extraordinary... every time you surprise me."
Ning Xia had been mentally prepared for such consequences before coming here; it wasn't too unexpected for her.
After all, so many well-trained undercover agents had failed, how could a mere ordinary woman easily obtain Fangzi.
