บท 63: Middle-aged Man

Upon witnessing the scene unfold, Gu Dai felt a pang of helplessness. I have already extended an olive branch. If they choose to ignore it, it's their own folly.

Gu Dai's agility mirrored that of a swift bird, weaving effortlessly between the two men, leaving them spinning, their faces and bodies stained with blood.

Not once did Sun Hai or Sun Yang land a successful hit on her. Instead, their uncoordinated movements led them to crash into one another, collapsing in a heap.

Growing tired of this charade, Gu Dai took out her silver needles and pierced their skin.

With eyes wide in shock, Sun Yang exclaimed, "Boss, I can't feel anything! Am I paralyzed?"

Sun Hai retorted in frustration, "Do you honestly believe I can move?"

Even though paralyzed, the pain coursing through their veins was palpable. Their faces contorted in sheer agony.

Indifferent, Gu Dai probed, "Once more, who's your employer?"