Hu Liena stomped heavily on the ground, using the force to launch herself forward. Her right hand formed a blade as she struck, aiming for the junction of Meng Chen's shoulder and neck, intending to knock him unconscious.
Although Meng Chen did not understand why Hu Liena had suddenly launched a sneak attack, his battle-hardened body reacted automatically. He shifted slightly backward and to the side, causing her hand strike to miss.
Meng Chen then reached out with both hands and gripped Hu Liena's wrists.
Though Hu Liena fought often and had undergone extensive weapons training for that purpose, her wrists were surprisingly soft and delicate.
Having arrived in Slaughter City not long ago, Hu Liena carried none of the scent of blood. Instead, she smelled like the fresh fragrance after rain had cleared.
Having stayed in Slaughter City for far too long, Meng Chen could not help taking a deep breath when he suddenly caught such a pleasant scent. Pure bliss!
Meng Chen's deep breath actually made Hu Liena flustered and blush.
"Attacking a Slaughter Envoy is strictly forbidden under Slaughter City's rules. What you did just now has already violated that rule. If this were handled according to procedure, you would likely die a miserable death. I won't pursue it, but there won't be a next time."
With that, Meng Chen released her.
The instant he let go, Hu Liena unexpectedly felt a flicker of loss. She could still feel the lingering sensation of his fingertips gripping her wrists.
So gentle, yet filled with lethal intent. That strength seemed capable of both tenderness and effortlessly crushing her wrist bones.
"You really don't look like a Slaughter Envoy." At the same time, Hu Liena said somewhat dejectedly, "How many people at your level are there in Slaughter City? If