273: That Thing

Objectively speaking, the young lady with a name and face was actually very beautiful. Her skin was fair, and her aura was chillingly cold, especially her pair of sharp, electrifying eyes. When she held a knife against someone's neck with a reverse grip, the posture was simply breathtaking!

Wait...

"I was planning on having a heart-to-heart with you, and now you pull this stunt?"

Orson was left dumbfounded in the fire escape outside the restaurant, sparks flying near his neck as his Sun Shield crackled.

"Sorry, I just needed to double-check that this isn't some sort of illusion or weird magic trick," Blank said calmly as she sheathed her knife, showing no sign of remorse.

"Don't you ancient martial arts people notice something?" Orson frowned and asked.