Chapter 3167
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"Is there someone else watching us?" Her subordinate was puzzled.
"Where is he?" Lu Yan asked as she dried her hair with a towel.
"He's in our room next door. The bathroom is closed. Amy is pushing his head into the water … But it looks like she doesn't want to talk."
"I'll go check it out."
Lu Yan walked out of the room.
At the door, she turned around and glanced at Qiao Fei.
"Hey, Psycho Qiao, aren't you going to watch the show?"
"What's so interesting about torture?" Qiao Fei didn't seem interested at all.
Lu Yan didn't say more. She turned around and walked out, followed by her subordinates.
When Lu Yan entered the bathroom next door, Amy was still pushing the man's head into the water.
Even so, the man still didn't want to talk.
His hands and feet were tied up, but there was no tape on his mouth to make it easier for him to spit.
"Okay, bring him here."
Lu Yan sat on the European-style leather chair in the living room.
She wore a white bathrobe, and her hair fell naturally with water droplets on it.
This scene could not be any more beautiful ….
Who would have thought that such a woman was someone who had been in close contact with the Grim Reaper?
Hearing Lu Yan's words, Amy dragged the man out and forced him to kneel on the ground.
"Asian?" Lu Yan glanced at the man's face and was a bit surprised.
The man didn't speak but glared at Lu Yan fiercely.
"Who sent you? Are you sure you don't want to talk?" Lu Yan asked in Chinese.
The man didn't speak.
"Boss, he might be Vietnamese. Look at his pointy mouth and monkey cheeks. He might not understand Chinese."
"No, he definitely understands." Lu Yan was almost certain.
She walked up to the man, stepped on his shoulder, and took off the pendant from his neck.
"Give it back …" The man seemed to explode and tried to get up in agitation.
Then, Ai Mi stepped on his back and he fell to the ground again.
"See? I told you he can understand Chinese." Lu Yan snorted.
"Boss is mighty. You can even see this." The subordinates were also full of admiration.
"The pendant around my neck. It's written in Chinese." Lu Yan showed it to the others and read it aloud.
There was only one word on it — Zhen.
"Vietnamese, then he fell in love with a girl from China. Her name is Zhen, right?" Lu Yan speculated.
The man seemed slightly surprised; he didn't know how Lu Yan knew.
"Since that's the case, you should live a good life. Why did you become an assassin … Moreover, you became a dog-like assassin."
"Cut the crap. If you want to kill me, just do it." Although that person could speak Chinese, it was obvious that he did not speak it fluently. It seemed that he was really not a local.
"How much did the person who sent you pay you? Tell me, and I'll give you double, no, triple. What do you think?" Lu Yan smiled.
The man glared at Lu Yan but didn't say anything. He didn't seem to be interested in money.
"What? You don't care about money? Then let's change the deal. Tell me who sent you, and I'll let your beloved woman go. Otherwise, I might accidentally break the neck of this woman named Zhen. "
"Hahaha! That's funny. There are so many women named Zhen in China. Can you find them all? Can you kill all of them? Lu Yan, aren't you too arrogant? "The man seemed to laugh at Lu Yan's naivety.
"Good. Now that you know my name, everything will be easy." Lu Yan smiled mysteriously.
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