That was the distinctive glow of a sharp blade edge.
The long blade quivered.
Unparalleled in sharpness.
Mu Qingli slightly curved her lips, knowing without looking that someone behind her had come over wielding a knife.
These foreigners always are fearless in the face of death, truly gambling with their lives! Otherwise, they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant in China!
Mu Qingli did not take that mixed-race foreigner seriously. She stepped on the chest of the tattooed hooligan, pinning him fiercely to the ground, looking down at him from above, "If this were still the wartime era, someone like you would definitely be a traitorous scum seeking glory through betrayal!"
The tattooed man clutched at Mu Qingli's foot in agony, looking past her. Despite his bloodied mouth corners, he flashed a smug smile.
Both pathetic and smug at once.
The cold light in her eyes grew increasingly intense.
"Sick men of East Asia, go to hell!" A vicious voice came from behind.