Who Is It?

Feng Wu narrowed her eyes in a threatening manner. "Who's your master?"

Her eyes ran over the ten guards as she spoke. They were almost identical in their height and build and they stood there ramrod straight with emotionless faces. With one look, she could tell that these men were very well-trained.

They had the serious and conscientious attitude of soldiers!

"Miss Wu will know when you get there." The captain, who led the team, beamed at Feng Wu, looking very confident of himself.

"What if I say no?" Feng Wu smirked.

"Well, this might be a remote corner, but the occasional person can still pass by. I presume that Miss Wu won't like to be spotted like this?" the captain said with a smile.

"Are you threatening me?"

"You're mistaken, Miss Wu."

"What if I refuse to be threatened?"

"Well, I'm afraid that won't be an option." The captain was way more capable than Feng Wu. Picking her up swiftly, he said, "Sorry about this!"