Chapter 1787

Yasmin’s eyes gleamed with a fierce, cold light as she swiftly raised her hand, pointing the gun straight at the intruding man. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, the man moved with lightning speed, delivering a spinning kick that sent the gun flying from her hand, causing a cold sweat to break out on her forehead out of pain. Without catching her breath, Yasmin immediately grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table and lunged at him, aiming the blade straight at his chest. The two engaged in fierce and thrilling hand-to-hand combat. Yasmin's combat skills were impressive after receiving special training since childhood in close-quarter combat techniques used by professional assassins. However, after a dozen exchanges, she found herself struggling against this devilishly skilled man. He was like a killing machine. Several of his moves nearly caught her off guard and could have easily ended her life. “Ugh–!” The man quickly found an opening in Yasmin’s defenses, counte