"Nana, it looks like you hired three pieces of trash, but don't worry, with me here, no one can hurt you!"
Yu Na's husband stood up.
He glanced at the three assassins and said, "You accepted our job but didn't complete it; did you really think we would be easy to fool?"
The assassins didn't speak; they preferred to take action.
A blurred figure flickered, and Yu Na's husband, a Martial Dao Master from the Iron Fist Sect, a Vigor three-stage expert, was suddenly stabbed through the throat with a dagger and collapsed into a pool of blood.
Trash?
To Ziyi they might be trash, but to presume in front of them as a mere Vigor three-stage individual was outrageous.
"You! Xiao Chen! Don't kill us, we'll give you the company, everything!"
Yu Na was panicked, completely panicked.
She knew exactly what her husband was capable of.
And yet he was killed in a single encounter.
Such terrifying strength was beyond her imagination.
It was simply too horrifying.
"The contract!"
