Leng Xiao was also quite agile, but he had not anticipated that Xiao Mo would use throwing knives with both hands. His complacency and underestimation of his opponent had left him at a disadvantage, so he was relegated to getting beaten at that moment.
Leng Xiao was still Leng Xiao, even though his nose was bruised and his face was swollen from Xiao Mo's beating. He quickly recovered, and with a powerful swing of his arm, he pushed Xiao Mo off him onto the sand. Xiao Mo did a kip up, getting back on her feet and pouncing again. Before she could stand firm, Leng Xiao's gun muzzle was already pressed against her brow, the sound of the safety catch clicking off ringing in her ears, making her scalp tingle.
A cold smile crept onto Xiao Mo's face, "If you have the guts, kill me, if you don't dare to kill me, then you're raised by me!"
Leng Xiao suddenly threw back his head in wild laughter, "Seeking death, are we, Miss Mo Tong?"
