WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
With a flick of the Violent Assassin's hand, two streaks of light swiftly shot towards the two bodyguards blocking Ning Fuxun. The bodyguards, too slow to react, merely twitched sluggishly as the daggers accurately plunged into their chests. They then collapsed to the ground, dead.
Witnessing this, Ning Fuxun was aghast!
The bodyguards he had hired at great expense didn't even have a chance to strike back against this assassin!
The Violent Assassin showed no reaction. Killing and watching people die were as mundane to him as eating and defecating.
His facial features were sharply chiseled, as if carved by a knife. On his right cheek, there was a three-centimeter-long scar. Despite being in his twenties, he exuded an air of cold, seasoned ruthlessness.
He took measured steps towards Ning Fuxun. The cold night wind assaulted Ning Fuxun, making him pale with fright!
