Zhou Qingyue closed her eyes in despair.
Let alone the fact that she was so frightened that her whole body was weak and she had no strength left.
Even if she were in perfect condition, facing this kind of professional assassin, she wouldn't have the slightest chance of winning.
"Hmph!"
Just when Zhou Qingyue thought her death was certain, the female assassin suddenly let out a muffled grunt.
Zhou Qingyue opened her eyes and saw the assassin's hand stopped in mid-air.
A roughly twenty-centimeter-long arrow had pierced through her palm.
Then Zhou Qingyue heard the sound of a window breaking.
Two muscular women charged in.
Seeing this, the female assassin did not hesitate to escape through the window on the other side.
Of the two who had rushed in, one stayed to take care of Zhou Qingyue, and the other pursued the assassin.
Zhou Qingyue, still shaken, asked, "Who are you?"