In Lin Hai's boss-level suite.
When Lin Hai hurriedly returned.
The floor was covered in blood.
Wang Ergun's heart had been brutally pierced by a steak knife, and the blood had already drained out.
Iron Hand's right arm was also injured, his face filled with volcanic rage, as his subordinates were bandaging his wound.
Besides that, not far away, a woman's corpse lay sprawled by the dining table, her heart caved in, evidently subjected to a powerful blow.
"What happened!"
Staring at Wang Ergun's cold, silent corpse, Lin Hai gritted his teeth, his fists bulging with veins.
"That female prisoner was an assassin!" Iron Hand pointed towards the woman's corpse.
Lin Hai remembered that this person had been arranged to come in today by the guards, supposedly to specifically serve him.
"Assassin?"
Lin Hai looked at Iron Hand.
"She had a tattoo on her rear, a knife, a Demon Blade!"
"Demon Blade? A-2 area's power, Satan's underling?"
Iron Hand nodded.
