Post-apocalyptic female commander Katherine Rivers opened her eyes to find herself tied up and thrown into a woodshed, her in-laws discussing selling her off for eighty yuan in bride price.
Katherine looked down at her thin wrists, then up at her in-laws counting money on their fingers—and she smiled.
The next second, she grabbed a cleaver and split the eight-immortal table in the main hall clean in half: "Sell me? Come on, ask this blade first if it agrees."
After trashing her in-laws' place, she turned and headed straight for the military garrison with her space dimension full of munitions, ready to demand answers from her "deceased" husband's superiors.
But halfway there, she ran into a blood-soaked man cornered by seven or eight enemies in a drainage ditch.
Katherine narrowed her eyes, sizing him up—broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, brutal and reckless fighting style. Prime material.
She pulled a submachine gun from her satchel, dropped six men in three seconds, then hopped down with the weapon slung over her shoulder: "Marry me, and I'll keep you alive."
Hayden Harrison had lived twenty-six years, and no one had ever spoken to him like that before.
He looked at this bold, striking woman, his heart slamming against his ribs: "Fine, you said it!"
