Chapitre 800: Extricate Oneself from the Tiger's Mouth

Too many people become tense and excited in a gunfight, as if they were injected with adrenaline or, similarly, as if filled with a frenzied bloodlust, but Li Yawei appeared as indifferent as frost.

For her, this sort of situation was nothing out of the ordinary.

Her entire life had been spent either in combat or on the way to battle.

Li Yawei might not have killed more people than the number of questions posed by the opera queen, but killing was far from unfamiliar to her. Seeing someone collapse beneath the barrel of her gun, her heart instead became eerily calm.

Better them fallen than her.

She couldn't stop her own cold-bloodedness.

Nobody's heart is born stone-cold.

But ever since the year she turned eight, when she personally killed her first, barely human victim and saw the frozen corpse of the mother who loved her the most, her previously innocent heart had become as cold and hard as stone.

So why did she feel something different the moment she saw Shen Yue?