The Cold-Blooded Young Lady and the Rogue Young Master

That night, in the dark night, a graceful woman dressed in black and holding a bloody whip in her hand walked on the street, her eyes full of cold blood and murderous intent. She told Leng Xuening that she had been accustomed to living like this since she was a child, a life without any sunshine. On this day, she received a new mission to assassinate a gang leader. She nodded silently and turned around to leave. She looked at the whip in her hand and fell into deep thought. She didn't know when such a cold-blooded and ruthless life would end. He tightened his grip on the whip and walked quickly. Late at night, Leng Xuening jumped in from the top of the gangster and followed the pipe to the kitchen. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.