When the smell of blood mixed with the rain spread out in the dark alley, Su Jiuli was pulling the butterfly knife out of the fifth traitor's throat. The modified prosthetic limb glowed coldly blue in the rain. She licked the blood that splashed on the corners of her lips and heard the crisp sound of high heels hitting the metal stairs behind her.
"Red Scorpion's cleaning methods are still so inelegant." A smiling female voice floated in the night wind.
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