"I will care for your wife and child, don't worry..."
Captain Wang heard this. It was unclear if he understood, or if the words had even registered. But the hand gripping Blind Bei's had already loosened.
He was dead.
"Ah Lik!"
Ding Hao, carried on Fanli's back, turned his head. Seeing Wang Li dead, he let out a heartbreaking cry.
"What did you call me for?"
Fanli shrugged, jostling Ding Hao on his back as he asked.
"..." Ding Hao had no words.
Siniang led the way, her silk threads dancing in her hands like minute, hidden weapons. The chests of two assassins who rushed forward looked as if embroidered with two crimson roses. After a spasm, they fell to the ground.
Siniang herself was beautiful, and her killing methods were just as beautiful.
Two other assassins, attempting to fill the gap, suddenly heard a harsh electronic sound in their minds. For a moment, they staggered.
An opening was thus created.
