Xiao Han smiled faintly, as he grabbed the dagger in one swift move and then struck out with his hand, hitting the opponent's chest directly.
The "Han Mengqi" spouted blood from her mouth, flying far away. Her chest caved in, and she stared at Xiao Han with disbelief, her disguise seamless. How did Xiao Han see through her?
"Don't be surprised, I indeed didn't notice your disguise, and I never even doubted you. But you overlooked one thing," said Xiao Han, with a light smile on his face.
"What?" asked the person, who was indeed a woman but definitely not Han Mengqi.
Xiao Han stood with his hands behind his back, speaking lazily, "Strength, you're far weaker than me. So the moment you made your move, your fate was sealed—I would take you down. In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and schemes are just a joke."
"So that's how it is." The person let out a mouthful of blood, then tilted their head and lost life.
