The cameramen stared at Lu Xiaoyou in shock. "Did she really take them down?" They still found it hard to believe.
They saw Lu Xiaoyou's fair face stained with smudges of blood. The blood, like crimson jade, dotted her crystal-clear cheeks.
From her, they felt an intense, enigmatic allure.
Lu Xiaoyou had only knocked the men down—how did her face end up with blood on it? Why did she carry the scent of blood?
But the cameramen no longer had the mental capacity to think it through. Such a breathtakingly beautiful woman couldn't possibly be a killer. The blood on her must have been from the fight, from wounding others. That had to be it!
A white hamster poked its head out from Lu Xiaoyou's pocket. It lifted its nose, sniffing at the air.
"Master, shouldn't you wipe the blood off your face before tricking them?"
"Why bother? I look this good! Just one glance and they can tell I don't look like someone who'd dare to kill. They've already bought it."
