"Make way!"
Liu Qingmei's gaze was like a sword, piercing through as she stared down the Guard, her voice not loud but suffused with an undeniable suffocating presence that even Qin Hai found moving.
Having returned to Capital City, Liu Qingmei seemed somehow different from her days in Chunjiang, having become even sharper and more cutting.
However, to Qin Hai's surprise, although sweat had already beaded on the Guard's forehead, he remained unwaveringly in his way, not moving a fraction of an inch.
This proved that the Guards were indeed no ordinary folks, but well-trained elites who had undergone special pressure training. Qin Hai was no stranger to this type of training; back in his days with Fierce Tiger Company, he had received it himself, later even refining the training methods and promoting them throughout the Company.
At that moment, a flash of anger passed through Liu Qingmei's eyes as her right hand suddenly shot up, aiming a slap toward the Guard's face.