Shadow Moon's body was seductive, and her looks were not bad either.
Female ninjas had indeed existed in Japan's history, but they were absolutely not the iron-fisted, superhuman types who wielded the Byakugan and Gentle Fist. After all, the real world had no Bloodline Limits or Chakra.
Historical female ninjas often used beauty as a trap for assassination. They disguised themselves as courtesans and offered themselves up, or pretended to be captured after a deliberate mistake before waiting for an opportunity to act. Every method, every posture, every trick in the book was a field they studied.
Shadow Moon was that sort of traditional female ninja. She had undergone specialized training and could easily use subtle expressions to stir up phrases in men's minds like "big breasts and long legs," "imprisonment and interrogation," "cold on the outside but timid underneath," and "putting up a tough front but extremely sensitive," sending men's imaginations running wild before luring them into her trap and creating a chance for her to escape or strike back.
Most men, after capturing a woman like Shadow Moon, would have such thoughts to some extent.
But Shi Tiexin was not most men.
His terrifying gaze fixed on Shadow Moon. "Generally speaking, I don't treat people too cruelly. But I'm in an especially, especially bad mood right now. So if you don't talk, I really will do things that even I think go too far—still won't talk? Fine."
Gripping Shadow Moon by the neck, he took a step forward and smashed the car's fuel tank cover with one punch. The gasoline inside immediately began to evaporate.
The middle-aged man was sneaking out of the car, trying to flee, when Shi Tiexin snapped his fingers and crooked a hand at him without even looking back. "Fire."
The middle-aged man immediately