Si Fuqing: Just Wait (1)

After ending the call, the woman set down her glass of red wine and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her reflection in the massive glass pane showed her unemotional eyes.

She methodically armed herself with daggers, and even the crystal high heels she wore could serve as deadly weapons.

Not until she picked up a gun.

Beneath the handle of the gun was engraved a number.

Nine.

The woman slowly grasped the handle, her gaze finally showing a flicker of emotion, "Little Nine..."

Time indeed flew by swiftly; three years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Yet, she still couldn't believe that the violent little junior sister, always by her side on missions, would die in an explosion caused by an experimental accident.

How cautious her little junior sister had been, she knew all too well from their countless work together with the second senior brother.

In their sect, only rankings mattered, not real names.