(Thud)
Although using a honey trap made Scorpion feel a little awkward.
But upon rational thought, "shame" was something that required two people to complete—if only she knew about something embarrassing, and there were no living witnesses, then it was no big problem.
In other words, once she achieved her goal, she could simply shoot Jiang Xia, just as she had done with all those dead men who had fallen for her honey traps before. In fact, compared with all those famous figures from various fields with tight security, a detective like Jiang Xia, who ran around without a bodyguard, was even easier to deal with.
"What is it?" A string of thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning, and Scorpion deliberately pointed out where Jiang Xia had just been looking. She lowered her head to glance at her legs and asked with apparent confusion, "Is there something on my leg?"
Jiang Xia: "Mm..." My shikigami.
And quite a few of them.
Unfortunately, those who understood would understand, and those who did not would still be unable to see them even if he explained.
In the end, he merely shook his head. "Nothing."
Who would have thought that the next second, a huge mass of sweet, sour, soft killing intent suddenly moved closer, nearly pressing right up against him.
Jiang Xia was completely enveloped by the fluffy killing intent: "!"
To confirm Jiang Xia's attitude, Scorpion suddenly shortened the distance between them.
A moment later, she looked into Jiang Xia's eyes and relaxed with delight: her reflection appeared in the young detective's pale irises. And once he saw that it was her, the man's black pupils dilated slightly—an instinctive response when seeing something he found highly interesting, unlike the constricted pupils caused by fear or nervousness.
—In other words,