There were nine people in the room.
Four hostages huddled in the corner, while five fierce bandits with guns were scattered around the room.
Second Brother, holding a pistol, stood by the window, though he had moved two steps closer.
The bandit holding an Uzi had been fiddling with his phone moments ago. He had stepped away by two paces, but the submachine gun was still slung behind his back.
The two bandits carrying an AK-47 and a Glock had put away their guns and were about to drag over a makeup artist.
Only the last bandit, the one holding an AK, stood between the four hostages and the door. He held his gun horizontally across his chest, keeping watch over the surroundings and outside the room.
Zhao Xiaodao stood between the makeup artist and the two bandits. Having heard Second Brother's orders, the two had already stepped forward, ready to grab Zhao Xiaodao by the hair and drag her aside.
Zhao Xiaodao suddenly raised her head. Her fingers were pressed together into fists, with her index fingers protruding, forming phoenix-eye fists.
Then...
Half-sitting on the floor, Zhao Xiaodao seemed to have stepped on a spring. Her body abruptly shot up, turning into a female leopard. In the blink of an eye, she was upon the two bandits.
Like a venomous snake leaving its hole, like a cloud dragon extending its claws, Zhao Xiaodao's arms lashed out in a flash. They were precise and ruthless, their force advancing in layer upon layer, penetrating all the way to her fingertips.
Her arms swept past the bandits' own, even leaving behind two afterimages. Her small fists grew infinitely larger in their eyes.
"Bang!"
There was only one soft impact, yet it struck both bandits in the throat.
"Crack..."
"Crack..."
Their throat bones