C69 New hatred and old hatred

"Pfft!"

Gao Xiaowen's short blade pierced out, accurately hitting the opponent's chest.

She felt as if her knife had pierced through leather, its sharp blade completely entering the Ghost-Masked Man's left chest, leaving only the handle.

"Success ?"

Han Ruolin thought excitedly.

Just as Gao Xiaowen pulled out her blade, the Ghost-Masked Man kicked out at her.

With her nimble movements