Chapter 2699
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As soon as Slaying God finished speaking, the men sitting in the private room of the bar screamed in panic when they saw Slaying God enter and behead one of their buddies. They were holding a beauty in their left arm and another in their right arm respectively.
“what！ what！ what！ You're still alive! Y-You're still alive! "
The group of Burmese men were so frightened that they threw the beauties in their arms in front of Slaying God. A few of them were so frightened that they stepped on the seats and jumped back and forth. Slaying God was blocking the entrance, so they could not walk out of the room and were afraid of being assassinated.
Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door of the private room. The person who knocked had no idea what was going on in the private room. She opened the door and spoke in a gentle voice, "Hello, everyone.
"Hello, gentlemen. I'm waiter number 39. I'm here to deliver the drinks you ordered just now …"
Just as she spoke.
The waitress who called herself No.39 was dragged into the private room.
Just as she was dragged into the private room, an Emei Piercer appeared out of nowhere and pierced into the waitress' neck, drowning out the words she was about to say.
The waitress rolled her eyes and fell to the ground silently.
The Emei Piercer was a type of assassination weapon.
Assassins and special agents from the An Hun Organization were proficient in all kinds of assassination weapons. Moreover, they would not allow anyone to see their faces clearly. If there was, they would kill.
In Slaying God's world, there were only two definitions: dead and alive.
"Ah! You … "
The group of Burmese men in the private room were about to scream when they saw that.
Swish! Swish!
Swish! The gleam of a blade flashed. Three seconds later, Slaying God walked past everyone in the private room. She was staring at the door of the private room with a shiny butterfly knife in her hand.
Behind her, everyone in the private room fell to the ground in various forms of death as they trembled in fear.
With a swoosh, a bloody poker card slipped from Slaying God's hand and was nailed onto a wooden table.
The words' Slaying God 'were clearly written on the poker card, implying that she was the one who killed this group of people!
After doing all this, she put away her butterfly knife and expressionlessly pushed open the door of the private room. While no one noticed the corpses in the private room, she left the bar and walked into a dilapidated alley. Soon, she disappeared without a trace.
Slaying God, who had just debuted in the assassin and special agent circle at the age of twelve, was already 1.63 meters tall. Her perfect figure and perfect body were enough to make any man drool.
Not long after Slaying God left, two figures walked out of the dark.
The one leading them was a handsome young man with an unfathomable gleam in his cold eyes.
He watched Slaying Slaying God's departure indifferently, an unnoticeable glint in his eyes.
"Young Master." The man standing next to the young man lowered his head and spoke to the young man with a respectful gaze and tone.
"Slaying God, a new agent trained by the organization?" The Slaying God Slaying God Slaying God Slaying God Slaying Slaying God Slaying Slaying God was God...
"Yes!" The man nodded.
As soon as the man finished speaking, he was silent for a moment before he suddenly added, "Young Master, you?"
Before the man could finish speaking, the youth turned around and took two large steps forward before suddenly stopping.
The teenager, who was still underage, was already 1.8 meters tall. At this moment, he stopped and used his magnetic voice to instruct his subordinate, who was the man.
"She has just joined the circle. Protect her well. I've taken a fancy to this woman. "
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