Chapter 014: An Angry Kitten Is Fiercer Than a Tiger

The man certainly hadn't expected the woman to make the first move. In the darkness, he curled his lips in amusement, unexpectedly intrigued by the idea of teasing her.

Opposite him, Mu Qingcheng struck out suddenly, pretending to attack her opponent. In truth, she only wanted to catch a glimpse of the person walking outside, to see whether or not it was Ran Siya—or perhaps, to find out who Ran Siya had arranged to meet.

But at this moment, this tall man stood before her like a mountain, blocking her path. No matter how she moved, his stance remained unshakable, rooted to the spot.

Growing anxious, Mu Qingcheng couldn’t help but growl in a low voice, “Get out of my way.”

She deliberately lowered her tone, her voice strained with unnatural tension.

The man raised his brows slightly, finding her more and more interesting.

Still, he “obediently” stepped aside just enough, testing the woman’s true intentions.

Even though Mu Qingcheng saw through his ploy, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and board his pirate ship, as fate had already set the course.

In that instant, she stepped forward and swung her fist at his face with full force, stirring up a sharp breeze.

The man leaned back slightly, his expression turning colder and more severe. The moment her fist grazed past his cheek, he suddenly raised his hand and caught it in his grasp.

At that point, Mu Qingcheng had already reached the door and was somewhat distracted, giving him the perfect opening.

‘Annoying!’ she cursed inwardly.

When she tried to pull her hand back, it was already twisted behind her and pinned against the door by his grip.

He remained silent, his hold firm enough that Mu Qingcheng was unable to break free.

Yet by a twist of fate, she was able to catch a glimpse of a man in a black suit hurrying out of a nearby private room, his demeanor stiff and unnatural.

Because her scuffle with the man behind her had delayed her by a few seconds, Mu Qingcheng couldn’t be sure if this was the person Ran Siya had arranged to meet. However, judging by the suit—far from expensive, with loose threads here and there—she could at least rule out one possibility: this man was certainly not a guest of this establishment.

As he passed the door, she keenly noticed a distinctive black mole on his neck.

Mu Qingcheng narrowed her eyes.

Almost simultaneously, the man behind her suddenly exerted force, spinning her around.

Now thoroughly agitated, she could sense clearly the amusement hidden in this man’s actions, as if he delighted in toying with her—every attack met with an opening, every escape route left deliberately ajar.

Infuriating.

Mu Qingcheng clenched her brows, mustered all her strength, and wrenched free from his hold, teeth gritted in determination.

With a sudden burst of speed, her palms lashed out, swift and relentless, aiming for his face with every ounce of power. Each strike was vicious, sharp, and cunning.

“If you want to die, I’ll grant your wish,” she spat.

Shadow and Trace had always been on bad terms.

She was still unsure whether he had seen through her identity, but Mu Qingcheng now knew with absolute certainty—this man was the leader of Shadow!

She’d witnessed him fight during several missions before. If he’d kept still, she might have been deceived. But after exchanging a few moves, she was all but certain.

Fortunately, the people of Shadow had never witnessed her skills firsthand.

With that thought, Mu Qingcheng attacked with even greater ferocity. The leader of Shadow was renowned for his strength—she could not afford to let her guard down in the slightest.

Across from her, the man was surprised by the lethal intent behind each blow, but what occupied his mind at this moment was—

Could this little wildcat have been so provoked by his teasing?