Back on the stage, Liu Mei stretched lazily, covering a small yawn with her hand.
"What's wrong? Did Swiftah crashed into a car?" she teased, her voice light and playful.
Spee Ding faltered, his brow furrowing. "What's a... car?"
Swiftah—a beast renowned for its lightning-fast speed and the pinnacle of agility below Gold Rank—was familiar to him. But 'car'? That word was foreign.
Liu Mei simply shook her head, an amused glint in her eyes.
'That's a little secret between me and my master' she mused internally. 'No way I'm ever explaining that to an outsider.'
Then, her gaze locked onto Spee Ding's, sharp and unwavering.
"Be glad I have no weapon," she murmured, tilting her head ever so slightly. "If I did, I'd be going for your throat."
And in the next instant—she vanished.
A gust of wind followed.
Spee Ding barely registered the movement before a chilling sensation crept up his spine—Liu Mei was already there, her fingertips hovering inches from his exposed throat.
