And Chunlan, who stood by his side, expressionlessly drew out the dagger and plunged it into his chest again.
After several stabs, his chest was drenched in blood…
Having done all this,
Chunlan pulled out the dagger and retreated seven or eight steps.
"You…" Chu Tianjiao looked at Chunlan with disbelief, blood spilling from his mouth.
"Why would you do this?"
Chunlan's expression was indifferent, "There is no why, this was always my mission."
"Heh…" Chu Tianjiao sneered, "I never thought I, who have been wise all my life, would fall at your hands."
A coldness appeared in Chunlan's eyes, "Do you know what I hate the most? First, the slave mark on my body; second, the poison within me… Chu Tianjiao, your life has come to an end, it's time for you to depart."
Chu Tianjiao let out a desolate laugh and fell backwards.
Chunlan, without a trace of emotion, tossed him into the flames amidst the ruins and left…
Half an hour later.
In Jiangcheng, a large suite in a high-end hotel.
