Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 57: This woman, once again, refreshed his understanding of her

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: This woman, once again, refreshed his understanding of her

Before me stood Chu Qianli, where was the so-called useless Seventh Miss of the Duke Residence?

With a silver needle in one hand and a flying knife in the other, she seemed fragile yet every move was lethal!

Swift, precise, and ruthless!

She managed to blind the eyes of eight men in black with a single strike!

Keep in mind, these were trained assassins, not your average men!

After witnessing his eight companions getting blinded, the leader of the men in black was so terrified that he lost his soul and turned to flee.

But he had barely taken half a step when suddenly the back of his neck tensed.

He was forcefully yanked back!

"A ghost! A ghost!"

What kind of Inner Strength technique was this, to pull him back through the air!

The man in black who fell to the ground stared at the strangely dressed Chu Qianli standing in front of him.

His face was pale as paper, trembling violently, scared almost to the point of fainting.

"Ghost... ghost... don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me!"

Chu Qianli retracted the grappling hook in her hand and gazed down at him.

Her demeanor from above was like that of a cold and distant ruler.

"Who sent you to kill me? Speak!"

"No, nobody... Ah—"

The man in black let out a horrific scream, clearly hearing the sound of his own leg bone breaking.

Chu Qianli, standing on his leg, her eyes cold as ice, said, "If you don’t talk, I’ll break your other leg too!"

"I... I’ll talk, I’ll... Hmph—"

The man in black hadn’t managed to finish his words when suddenly his eyes bulged, he clutched at his throat, and collapsed straight to the ground.

Chu Qianli’s eyes flashed, she sidestepped swiftly, and flicked her fingers.

A few silver needles shot towards the large tree not far away.

But, when the needles entered the treetop, there was no movement.

Even the wind seemed to have stopped.

The air pressure around her, heavy and dense, enveloped Chu Qianli in an indescribable eerie atmosphere.

"I’m not your opponent, yet you don’t even dare to show your face?"

Chu Qianli put away the silver needles and stared at the dense tree canopy.

Though she knew someone was hiding there, their Qinggong was so remarkable she still hadn’t made out where exactly their figure was hidden.

Finally, the wind stirred.

The slender shadow, as if drifting with the breeze, gently landed in front of her.

"Wuying?" The number one assassin of Beiming again!

"What are you hiding?" Wuying took a step forward.

Chu Qianli, without changing her expression, took half a step back.

Wuying kept his gaze focused on her hands.

He had seen clearly earlier; it wasn’t any profound Inner Strength that Chu Qianli relied on to pull the leader of the men in black back.

In her hand was a long thread with a hook at the end.

The thread, quite resilient, hooked onto the back collar of the man in black, and with a gentle tug, she pulled the unsuspecting man back to her.

The leader of the men in black thought he had seen a ghost, but in reality, it was just a tool that helped her.

That object was no longer in Chu Qianli’s hands.

Wuying, his brow furrowed, continued to stare at her.

This set of strange clothes appeared plain and simple; where could it possibly hide anything?

"Where have you hidden the object?" With his vision, which he considered not poor, he still hadn’t seen how she managed to hide the object.

This woman’s technique refreshed his perception of her once again.

But to this question, Chu Qianli did not respond.

She just stared at the cold face-cloth covering his face, her gaze sharp.

"The number one assassin of Beiming wouldn’t persist in chasing me for a mere thousand taels of gold," she suddenly stepped forward, "Who gave you such a big favor that you refuse to stop until I am dead? Could it be, Yu Linglong?"