Yue Zitong's tense nerves were almost broken, and he could no longer suppress his extreme fear. He would open his mouth and scream sadly.

A slender, powerful, cold hand pinched her neck and made her unable to produce another syllable.

She broke the hand with her left hand, smashed it out with her right fist, and lifted her right foot up quickly.

At this moment, she can still make these counter-attacks, which is enough to prove that in the six years of the National Security Agent, she did not spend all her time fooling around and did learn some real skills.

Her fist hit something soft, it should be a...