The arrow streaked like a meteor. White light flashed through the air, and its icy tip was already inches from the woman. Yet she remained poised and calm. She merely smiled.
"Know your limits."
She shook her head and flicked away the cigarette butt in her hand. In an instant, it struck the incoming arrow and sent it flying.
A tiny cigarette butt had knocked aside an arrow moving at such speed. At that distance, with so little time to react, the woman had not even appeared to check which direction it came from.
She had simply flicked her cigarette butt, as though she had no intention of stopping the arrow at all. Yet the arrow had been knocked away.
"Who are you? Why hide your face instead of showing yourself?"
Haas glanced at the fallen arrow and drew a sharp breath. When he looked back at the mysterious woman, his expression gradually turned grave.
She was clearly no ordinary woman. With a flick of her hand, she had deflected Ghost Arrow Necke's arrow, and she had injured Muscle Man Fatty in just a few moves. Haas had to be careful. Deep down, he even felt a trace of fear.
The mission had been going so smoothly, but now Haas had serious doubts they could complete it. He could not even be sure they would get away in one piece!
"Who am I? That's a pointless question. Can't you see I'm wearing a mask?"
The woman shook her head with a smile. Then a chill gust rushed at her from behind, and her face darkened. "You really won't give up. No respect for your elders at all."
As soon as she spoke, she spun around and kicked. The movement was smooth and seamless. Fatty, a Vice Admiral of Army Headquarters,