"Don't bother searching, are you looking for this?"
Ye Xuan's indifferent voice arose as he pulled two items from his back pocket, holding one in each hand and presenting them before the woman.
In his right hand was a sharp dagger, its chilling gleam in the confined space of the car dark and cold, like Death's own gaze, sending shivers down one's spine!
In his left hand was a handgun, fitted with a silencer and loaded with ten 7.62mm tungsten core bullets—extremely professional.
"You..."
Seeing these two items, the woman was utterly stunned, her face a mask of terror.
It was only then that she realized, while Ye Xuan had been casually touching her earlier, he had silently taken all the hidden weapons from her without her notice.
His strength was unfathomable!
Inconceivable!
Thinking that she had actually come to assassinate such a person, her scalp tingled, her heart raced uncontrollably, and fear filled her.
"You are definitely not an ordinary person, who exactly are you?"
