Qin Yu stood there. His left hand held a cloth while covering his mouth and nose. He was having a hard time breathing but he didn't give in to the temptation of letting his hand go. On his right hand was a sharp sword that he always put on display next to his bookshelf. To others, it was like a priced possession. To him, it's a weapon that he can always wield when needed.
"I didn't expect you'd be so impatient to see me." Qin Yu mumbled with his muffled voice but Sofia still got the gist of his message. He walked forward and she slowly backed away. She didn't move her eyes away from him. "Sofia Basilischikov, a great racer known as Black Arrow, hiding behind different facades to fulfill her missions. An heiress to the biggest mafia organization in Italy. What else? Hmm."
Sofia listened to his words but she didn't say anything. Her calm breathing was the same and she kept her hand on the cold gun tucked in her waist.