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Dingxiang never expected Xin Yi would suddenly attack her from behind. As she saw three cold glimmers approaching, the speed was so fast that she barely had time to react and momentarily froze, standing dumbly in place.
"Thud, thud, thud," the three sounds almost echoed at the same moment. Dingxiang felt a gust of wind brush past her cheeks, the icy sensation even making her heart tremble. After a while, she regained her senses, took two steps forward, and turned around. Three gleaming throwing knives were embedded straight into the door behind her, forming a perfect equilateral triangle. She knew that those knives had to be less than a centimeter away from her head and cheeks! In other words, these knives had nearly grazed her skin before pinning themselves to the door!
A chilling sense of dread washed over her! If they had been off by just a little bit, she would have been done for. Even if she hadn't been killed by the knives, if they had left two deep gashes on her delicate face, she wouldn't have been able to live with it! A woman's face is of utmost importance, no matter what kind of woman she is; even someone like Dingxiang, a professional rogue, feels the same way.
That bastard! Although I admit your knife skills are extraordinary and unparalleled, and with such expertise you could easily kill anyone you want in many situations, you shouldn't be testing your blades on me! If you ruin my face, who am I supposed to marry?!
"Xin Shanli! You bastard! Was it just to prove that what you said was true? Just to demonstrate your strength? You could have aimed at anything else; why use me as a live target?!" Dingxiang exploded, shouting at the smiling Xin Yi.
"Hehe, shooting you is more convincing. I told you, no one from the Black Dragon Society can do anything to me. Now do you believe it?" Xin Yi said with a smile, as if those three deadly knives were nothing he had thrown.
"Believe you? Believe a juggler? Please! Don't be ridiculous! What era do you think this is? Do you think just because you can juggle a few tricks you'll achieve something? Little brother, you're too naive!" Dingxiang mocked. "Do you know what is most convincing nowadays?" As she spoke, she suddenly reached for the inner thigh of her leg and pulled out a silver handgun. This woman really didn't care about how uncomfortable it might be to keep a gun there. Who knows if she had it barrel up or down? Xin Yi thought wickedly about what would happen if it accidentally went off...
This woman hid that thing quite well; he hadn't noticed it even after their close contact earlier. Sighing, he realized his approach hadn't been thorough enough; he should have gone deeper. But Xin Yi also secretly rejoiced that if he had made any more overt moves earlier, like pulling down her qipao or something similar, this woman would definitely have shot him without hesitation. Damn! It turns out she was really prepared!
"Do you think your throwing knives can be faster than this little gun in my hand?" Dingxiang said coldly. "If I pull the trigger, you'd already be dead!"
"Is that so? Then why don't you give it a try?" Xin Yi replied with a smile. "I can't say whether my knives are faster than it, but I can guarantee that my feet are faster than your hands..." Before Xin Yi could finish his sentence, Dingxiang felt his figure flash by like a ghost beside her. Suddenly, her right hand holding the gun tightened and then loosened; when she looked again, her little gun was gone. Xin Yi stood two meters away with a smile on his face, casually playing with the small handgun.
"You... how did you do that?" Dingxiang had no choice but to admire him this time. If those three throwing knives had caught her off guard or were merely tricks as she claimed, then what about him snatching the gun from her hand right in front of her? Could it be that she was too incompetent? That couldn't be true; she had never considered herself incompetent. Since it wasn't due to her lack of ability, the only explanation was that he was too powerful—powerful enough to make someone like her seem so inept.
"Hehehe... can this kind of gun really kill someone?" Xin Yi toyed with the small handgun in his hand and said: "It can't even penetrate thicker cotton clothing; I see it's more for show than practicality—just like its owner!" As he spoke, he suddenly made a quick motion with one hand; after hearing the sounds of springs and parts clashing together, the small handgun in his hand transformed into a pile of scattered components. Xin Yi opened his hand and let those pieces fall silently onto the thick carpet without making any sound.
Dingxiang was truly stunned this time. When it came to guns, she was quite familiar, especially with the one she referred to as Little White, a Browning micro self-defense pistol. Although its power was not great, just having a gun could intimidate many people; after all, how many truly understood firearms? Yet, the person before her boldly claimed that this gun was more ornamental than practical. What was even more astonishing was that he could disassemble the gun so deftly with just one hand!
Disassembling and assembling a handgun is something many gun enthusiasts enjoy doing, and Dingxiang was no exception. However, she knew she did not possess the skill to disassemble a gun with one hand. This required not only a deep understanding of the gun's structure but also precise movements since many actions relied on gravity and inertia when using just one hand. Such high-level maneuvers were impossible without years of practice.
"Who exactly are you? How can you be so... impressive?" Dingxiang finally admitted, albeit with a pause, that Xin Yi was indeed quite remarkable. In this regard, she remained an honest girl.
"You still haven't answered my earlier question. Don't you remember? So, if you want me to answer your question, you must first answer mine in exchange. What do you think?" Xin Yi said with a captivating smile.
"What question? What did you ask me?" Dingxiang replied in confusion. She had genuinely forgotten; the shocks she had experienced in such a short time were overwhelming for her mind to process.
"I asked what your relationship with Ren Xiaotian is and why you consider the Black Dragon Society so important. You're just a small leader in the Black Dragon Society, is it really necessary?" Xin Yi reminded her again.
"Oh, that question," Dingxiang responded. "I have no relationship with Ren Xiaotian. It's just that I have an unresolved connection with Kanglong Hall. Sigh, if I have the chance in the future, I'll explain the specifics to you. What I can tell you now is that I absolutely will not allow Kanglong Hall to decline or perish because it contains the hard work of someone very important to me... Does that explanation satisfy you?"
It was evident that Dingxiang felt quite down while saying this. Although Xin Yi did not yet understand what she meant by the hard work of someone very important to her, he believed that Dingxiang was speaking truthfully and was protecting the Black Dragon Society in her own way. As for the real reason behind Dingxiang's actions, Xin Yi thought he could uncover it; perhaps this woman would prove to be quite valuable.
"Alright, I've spoken; now it's your turn. Who exactly are you? What is your purpose in coming to the Black Dragon Society?" Dingxiang asked sharply, her gaze filled with suspicion.
"Alright then, let me introduce myself again. My name is Xin Shanli, from Longchuan. Due to a homicide case in Longchuan, I had no choice but to flee to Yongzhou, hoping to take refuge under the big tree of the Black Dragon Society, so I won't have to live in hiding anymore. That's my brief background; does that satisfy you?" Xin Yi mimicked Dingxiang's tone.
"No, I'm not satisfied. You clearly aren't an ordinary person; otherwise, how could your skills be so exceptional? Moreover, your familiarity with firearms likely surpasses that of many active-duty soldiers. Why is that? Have you received professional training? Don't deny it; if I'm guessing correctly, you've definitely served in the military—specifically in elite units like the Heavenly Pride War Wolf. Since you're from special forces, I have reason to suspect you're an undercover agent sent by the government. How about it? Can you give me a reasonable explanation? Otherwise, why should I trust you?" Dingxiang echoed back in a similar tone to what Xin Yi had just used.
This woman seemed to be quite formidable; just from her ability to disassemble a gun so skillfully, she had deduced so much. However, it couldn't be denied that her analysis made sense—most regular soldiers wouldn't possess such skills. They might manage to disassemble larger firearms with one hand, but handling a micro Browning self-defense pistol like this was beyond their capability. Claiming to be from special forces seemed plausible enough; after all, he considered himself part of a special unit as well—Phantom Banner, which could be seen as a branch of special forces. Additionally, this woman not only knew about special forces but also about the Heavenly Pride War Wolf. Unless she was an avid military enthusiast or had someone connected to them nearby or previously associated with them, it was quite impressive.
"You are right, I have served, and the unit I served in was the Heavenly Pride Wolf Special Forces!" Xin Yi replied. Having spent a long time with Qin Dali, he had become quite familiar with the Heavenly Pride War Wolf, and since Qin Dali usually led his troops according to the Heavenly Pride War Wolf's model, Xin Yi found it easy to pretend to be a former Heavenly Pride War Wolf soldier.
"Ah?! Really? You were also a retired member of the Heavenly Pride War Wolf?!" Dingxiang's expression suddenly became excited as he exclaimed, "I knew it! I knew it! There is a soldier's aura about you; yes, this feeling is so familiar to me..."
As Dingxiang spoke, he walked over to Xin Yi and suddenly took his hand, murmuring, "Come on, let's sit down and talk slowly. I have so much to say to you..."
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