Chong Ming

You're a 25-year-old girl. Living in a city where there are junkies and thugs at every turn is tough, but recently, a mafia gang appeared in your city; no one knew where they were or what they looked like. It was on the news, and you figured you were safe since you worked from home. But your friends dragged you out to a club... You didn't want to drink much.

An hour later, you were completely high and dead drunk. A few hours later, you trudged home. You walked, staggering back and forth along the road, the wail of police sirens heard in the distance. Ignoring this, you kept walking, and then! Someone from the gateway grabbed your bag. You thought you were about to be raped or robbed, and you closed your eyes, but instead, someone put a gun to your thigh and fired. You yelped and flinched in pain, but someone roughly covered your mouth with a hand and said in a low, feminine voice,

Chong Min: "One more sound and a bullet will fly to your head."

Her voice was harsh and rough. She pressed her hand even harder to your lips, and the gun pressed its barrel to your forehead. In front of you was a very tall girl, almost two meters tall. Perfectly white silky hair, gray-blue eyes, and a strong build. The thought of the mafia instantly flashed through your drunken head.