Outside the car window stood a voluptuous, striking woman in tight leather.
Her wheat-colored skin radiated a healthy, untamed beauty.
But more than that faint wildness, she exuded an allure that irresistibly drew the eye.
At that moment, a dim light flickered in the beautiful woman's eyes.
The taxi driver's face grew dazed, his mouth hanging open as saliva dripped from it.
Lin Sheng glanced at the driver, then looked at the woman ahead. The instant their gazes met, he felt his mind jolt, as though struck by some kind of energy.
To him, however, that impact amounted to nothing. It was nowhere near enough to affect him.
A black gleam flashed through his pupils, instantly scattering the energy. At the same time, the beautiful woman in front of the car grunted and staggered back several steps, fear appearing on her face.
But her Spirit attribute was far from low. She soon forced herself free of that fear. Yet just as she steadied her mind, a sharply jointed hand rapidly expanded in her vision and clamped around her throat.
The woman felt her surroundings shift continuously. Within a breath, she had been carried into a cramped alley.
They were already in the old industrial district, where the streets were sparsely populated to begin with. There was not a soul in the alley.
"Who are you? Why are you here? You only get one chance to speak."
Bang!
The beautiful woman slammed into the hard concrete wall. Lin Sheng held her suspended in the air with one hand and spoke slowly, his tone calm.
The woman before him was no weakling. She had reached the Combat Master realm and was even slightly stronger than his third senior disciple brother, Meng Cheng.
Someone like her could be considered an upper-middle-tier expert in