355 The First Assassin (48)

Like a sharp thorn that gracefully withdraws from the surface, only exposing its weakness to her.

"Stop spending time here. Go over there to the second floor. They won't follow you."

Because these people cannot defeat the people above.

Killing them all would be a waste of time, bloody, and unnecessary.

Lin Huai held her hand in his hand, and the cool temperature spread from his fingertips.

In the fierce battle with heart-stopping bewitchment.

The floor above was still the same as before. The two of them skipped the introduction process and went upstairs while cleaning.

Anyone with eyesight recognizes the cartilage sword and gets out of the way.

Some assassins either don't believe it, or are ambitious and want to challenge.

Or deliberately dragging their feet to consume the two people's energy. The belief that they want to bring down the number one assassin unites everyone.

Especially the higher you get to the upper levels, the more difficult it becomes.

Suna: "..."

Did she reveal her true appearance to make them feel easy to bully?

Fortunately, the number of people on each floor gradually decreased.

When turning to the next level, Suna felt someone grabbing his back and said coldly: "Let go."

"Hey, it's hard to get to the first place. Don't leave until the winner is determined."

A burly bald man smiled openly, and the smooth top of his head made him look even more greasy.

Suna didn't bother to struggle with it, so he pulled hard but couldn't pull it out.

The muscles of this man are not in vain.

Without saying a word, the girl drew out her sword and cut off the piece of clothing.

Unexpectedly, the bald man refused to give up and said a few dirty words with a smile.

"Why do you think you are number one, little girl? Come and have a good fight with me."

"Have taken care of me, maybe I can let you go up."

Contemptuous and arrogant.

Suna thought that this person should be a newly promoted person, at least based on her memory, this was a new face.

She looked at the other person. This person was extremely greasy in both his smile and his behavior.

The bald man waited for a long time and got no response, then he couldn't bear it anymore.

He grabbed her hand vigorously, trying to take advantage of her.

Naturally, Suna would not let him achieve his goal.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the bald man raised his head and let out a harsh scream with a ferocious expression.

"Ahhh! My hand!!"

I saw a metallic white light flashing in front of my eyes, and in a short moment, Suna's arm was freed.

Lin Huai withdrew the umbrella in his hand, and blood dripped from the tip of the umbrella onto the floor.

The bald man was obviously in extreme pain, and the wounds on his wrists were deeply etched there, which was particularly horrifying.

"You really want to fight, don't you?" The young man squinted his eyes, with a heavy dark look between his delicate brows and eyes, and it seemed that the cold aura could no longer be hidden.

It is no longer elegant and refined, but like the umbrella in my hand, it is stained with real blood for the first time.

The phalanges of the beautiful hands were pinched together and turned pale.

"No, no...I give up."

The bald man endured the severe pain, and his lips couldn't stop trembling when he spoke. At this moment, he truly felt the passage of his life.

He panicked.

"To decide the winner, we need to have a good fight."

Lin Huai came closer, his tone of voice became softer and lighter, and the dark color in the deepest part of his pupils was calm.

Suna knew that he was very angry, so he stood aside and waited.

It is not a pity for these people to die.

The higher up the building, the fewer the assassins with clean hands and feet. They all walked up with their feet on the ground covered in blood.

The young man really had no intention of stopping. Three thousand blue hairs were slanted beside his ears, surrounded by the cold air.

He was approaching step by step, without giving anyone any time to react. The umbrella handle turned around on his white fingertips, and the sharp points scratched various vulnerable parts of the bald man's body.

Lin Huai stepped on his back with an expressionless expression, and said indifferently before the other party breathed his last:

"I don't want to make it too bloody, so I'll just keep it that way."