The two fat men showed no signs of stopping, charging like two bulls in heat.
Niki took two steps back and jabbed her hand directly at the throat of the fat man in the lead.
The fat man felt a sharp pain in his throat as if it had split open, unable to breathe, he staggered a few steps and fell to his knees, desperately gasping for air as his face turned purple.
The other fat man looked at Niki in shock, then at his brother, unsure of what to do.
However, he ultimately chose the most foolish option.
He remembered he had a small knife in his pocket.
So, he nervously took it out and opened the blade.
Niki sneered with disdain.
Dealing with this kind of Karami was an insult to her killing skills.
Niki didn't want to linger there for long, fearing that Song Heping inside the bar might become suspicious.
The restroom was on the east side of the bar, requiring one to exit through the side door of the bar and pass through an open-air corridor to enter.
Niki looked around, and seeing no one else at the moment,
hastily dealt with the two men and left as it was the most urgent thing to do.
The other fat man swung his knife, and just as he approached Niki, preparing to stab, Niki subtly dodged the blade while her shoulder bag slid down, entangling the fat man's wrist with its straps.
The fat man tried to pull his hand back but couldn't move it!
He stared at Niki in astonishment, unable to comprehend how such a fiery figure could possess such strength.
Niki pulled the bag straps and stepped back abruptly, kicking the fat man in the stomach at the same time.
After this attack, the fat man immediately lost his balance, falling face-down to the ground, his face smashing against the floor.
As he fell, a cold murderous intent flashed in Niki's eyes; she twisted her hands fiercely, and the arm caught by the bag straps was quickly twisted behind his back.
Before the fat man could cry out in pain, a more terrible consequence arrived.
Niki stepped forward, her right foot forcefully stomping down on the joint of the fat man's upper arm.
Crack—
The entire arm immediately went limp, the joint dislocating under Niki's stomp.
The fat man opened his mouth to scream in pain, but before he could start howling, Niki kicked him in the temple.
The sudden impact made the fat man roll his eyes and pass out.
"Looking for death! Today you're just lucky!"
Niki let go of the bag straps and coldly glanced at the two "pigs" on the ground.
After straightening her clothes and fixing her hair, she planned to return to the bar to complete the mission.
But just as she took her first step, she heard applause from behind.
Niki felt uneasy and her hand moved towards her bag.
"Don't do anything rash, it won't do you any good."
It was Song Heping's voice!
Niki frowned and panicked.
She immediately realized.
Song Heping had seen everything that had just happened.
"Song, they were going to assault me..."
"I know, because I paid them to come."
"..."
Niki now knew she had been exposed.
Nothing she said would make a difference now.
The opponent was too formidable!
She had seen Song Heping's files before.
According to the intelligence provided, not only was Song Heping a battle-hardened veteran, but what was most perplexing was his service record within China—it was untraceable, a complete blank.
"The Watcher'"s squad leader Wilson had said that this man might be from a highly classified Special Forces background, and China liked to keep such matters shrouded in secrecy.
So, he had warned Niki to be careful.
Now it seemed Wilson's warning was critically important.
"You don't want to know..."
Niki wanted to confront him.
She was a top agent from the CIA's Secret Action Department.
The CIA was a significant emblem.