Han Feng did not think that Sang Huihui had the ability to do anything. When the hairpin stabbed him, he suddenly retracted his hand, but was still cut a hole, holding the injured hand. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the woman in front of him.

Sang Huihui clasped her hairpin and pulled up her lips without blushing or panting. "Master Han, I've killed more people than you do. Next time you go, don't attack me behind your back. If you stab any major artery, it won't be so easy to repair it."

Sitting in her car, Sang Huihui coiled up her hair, put in her hairpin and...