Lin Qing zigzagged through the underground passage, and after nearly three turns, she suddenly stopped, her gaze shifting to the front right.
At the moment of stopping, the enemy, who had blended in with the background, also made a move simultaneously, darting out from the corner, a cold flash sweeping across in front of her!
If she had taken one more step, this strike would have cut her throat.
But she was precisely standing outside the attack range, the two of them moving with the precision of well-coordinated actors, their positioning flawless.
Missing this strike, the opponent once again melded into the darkness, but this time he did not continue to flee, instead angrily shouting, "How did you see me!? My optical camouflage is supposed to be seamless!"
"...Infrared." Lin Qing spat out two words.
"What?" The man was taken aback.
