Showing Himself (2)

Minghui's heart sank slightly. He had deliberately lured her here, all because of a five-two-zero. Her expression remained cold, and she had already readied the throwing needles in her hand. "Who are you?"

"Who I am isn't important. Isn't five-two-zero what matters?" He smiled at her and winked.

"What five-two-zero?" Dongfang Minghui played dumb. "Oh, you mean the twenty extra spirit stones you paid when you bought pills last time? I told you I'd give them back, but you left too quickly."

With that, she slowly walked toward him, and the throwing needles in her hand shot toward him with a series of sharp swishes.