It was actually a rational choice.
Though the sensations in that moment were rich and varied, as the fish caught in the crossfire, Fu Qian could understand Lady Number Seven's actions well enough.
Even when standing your ground, there was a right way to do it. Anyone who'd been around for a while knew that trading blows and burning all bridges were two different things.
Faced with Wen Li's aggressive demands, she clearly wasn't willing to keep yielding.
If you tell me to take off my face covering, I do it. What if you then tell me to kiss you?
But there was an art to expressing dissent. If she'd simply slapped Wen Li back, there was no doubt she'd have become the first to stick her neck out in this complicated situation.
As the only one who'd brought a prisoner, Wen Li had to make sure the others didn't get any ideas. Establishing her authority was essential, which meant she certainly wouldn't go easy on anyone in their first confrontation.
Under the circumstances, attacking Wen Li directly seemed rather unnecessary.
Why not pick a target and compare skills, venting your feelings while leaving room to back down?
The target was neither someone uninvolved nor the person in question. And she'd even used a mental attack, leaving open the possibility of laughing off their differences.
As it turned out, Wen Li played along perfectly. The moment she saw her opponent attacking their prisoner, she calmly countered, using her own abilities on the prisoner as well.
"Not bad."
Even the mutual compliments were indispensable. Wen Li had immediately earned her opponent's approval.
After casually injecting Fu Qian with adrenaline, Lady Number Seven let out a cold laugh beneath her mask, seemingly surprised by how skillfully her opponent had handled it.
"What