Just as something sliced through the wind, Xia Lei’s heart thumped. Suddenly, his anxiety dissolved away. 

Before long, the sound was nearing the back of his skull. Judging from its trajectory, it wasn’t meant to aim for the back of his head. It continued to fly forward after brushing against his cheek. 

When the item had passed Xia Lei’s shoulder, he reached forward and grabbed it on reflex. It was not a shuriken nor was it a stone. It was a bottle of Japanese sake. 

Xia Lei sheepishly blinked at the sake in his grip. He turned around and finally saw Tsukino Kyoko a small distance away. 

The female ninja was dressed in a white short-sleeved blouse and a dark skirt that reached the top of her knees. Her beautifully carved feet bare against the ground, the Tsukino Kyoko in Xia Lei’s field of vision was pure and innocent like a highschooler. Her appearance was a great contrast to the stone-cold killer inside. Illuminated by the moonlight, her chest seemed unbearably round and her bottom...