Zhou Han stared at her.
Tang Li Yue frowned. "What are you doing? Move."
He snapped back into motion.
Lu Chengran disarmed another man with brutal efficiency, striking his wrist, then his throat, and then driving him to the ground without firing. Gao Jun and Fang Yi moved like shadows, precise and practiced, but Tang Li Yue still saw the hesitation in their shoulders whenever the target's face became too scared, too human.
The soldiers could kill, yes. They knew how. They were taught how. But knowing how and wanting to do so were not the same.
Tang Li Yue moved through the edge of the chaos like a ghost who disliked dust. Well, she did dislike dust but and technically she could already be classified as a ghost. Just with a new body.
She did not waste steps or raise her voice. Every needle merely flew with purpose, silent and precise. Sometimes to the eyes, or to the wrists. A needle to the knees, the tendons, and the nerves.
