Clearly, she had been deliberately lured into this alley.
"Who are you?"
Song Ning slipped her bag strap over her head and across her body while discreetly studying her surroundings.
"You're not getting away!"
The man lowered his voice to a vicious growl.
Clearly, he was deliberately disguising his voice.
"What do you want? Who sent you?"
Song Ning quietly slipped a hand into her bag and grasped two silver needles.
"Trying to get me to talk? Not a chance!"
Without another word, the man lunged at her.
The alley was too narrow for her to slip past him and escape.
Song Ning had no choice but to fight him head-on.
After only a few exchanges, Song Ning realized that this man was no ordinary fighter.
Both his strength and his moves suggested professional training.
She was no match for him in a direct fight.
She feinted, then sent the silver needles in her hand flying toward his face.
The face was the most vulnerable part of the human body.
Whether she struck his eyes or his temples, it would give her a chance to escape.
Caught off guard, the man found the silver needles flying straight toward his eyes.
But his reflexes were sharp. At the critical moment, he tilted his head, and the needles only grazed the corner of his eye, leaving a bloody line from there to just in front of his ear.
Humiliated and furious, the man stopped drawing out the fight.
He aimed a knife-hand strike at the back of Song Ning's neck.
As his hand came down, Song Ning went limp, yielding to the blow to absorb some of its force, and pretended to pass out.
The man seemed to think she had collapsed a little too quickly. He hesitated, then prepared to strike