Kapitel 583: Fadhil: The Final Blow

As instinct took over, Fadhil spun on his heels and bolted toward the spot where his gun had landed. If he could just get his hands on it, this bitch wouldn't stand a chance.

But he'd made one fatal mistake. He was playing Rong Xinghe's game now.

Even without a plan, she was never unprepared. Moving with terrifying speed, Rong Xinghe lunged forward, her leg kicking out in a flash. Her foot struck his ankle with precision, sending Fadhil sprawling to the ground. A sickening thud echoed as his knee slammed into the hard concrete of the helipad.

She stepped back swiftly, her sharp eyes locking onto his frantic movements. He was crawling toward the gun now, fingers reaching for the cold, metallic edge. But before he could even grasp it, Rong Xinghe's foot swung out again, sending the weapon skidding even farther away across the floor.