Yoon Seung-jae had a hunch.

    Without leveraging the power of a conglomerate to grasp Jeon Jae-han’s financial or social weaknesses.

    Without preemptively drugging him as she had done in her fight against Kang Chan-seong.

    It would be difficult to defeat Jeon Jae-han.

    “Haa... Haa...”

    She had always been exceptionally sharp since childhood.

    She knew the stark physical gap between men and women.

    She knew the difference between a veteran detective and an ordinary civilian.

    From the beginning, the smart choice would have been to avoid confronting Jeon Jae-han altogether.

    “Wow, calling me a bastard? That’s a little harsh.”

    Should she run? Should she hide?

    Until now, everything in her life had been under her control. So why—why was this man different?

    Thus, she refined her approach.

    She needed to kill Jeon Jae-han, no matter what.

    Sharpening her only weapon—a single knife—and her self-defense techniques to their most optimal form, she executed her plan.

    Swish!

    A razor-sharp blade darted straight for his vital points.

    Forced to face it barehanded, Jeon Jae-han twisted his waist, barely dodging the lethal strikes.

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