Hearing this sound, the woman in black hadn’t even touched Shen Cheng when she tily withdrew her hand.
Clearly, this alarm was a warning for the assassin.
Which ans, every move inside the car was under surveillance, and the person in control of the situation was none other than Feng Jiu i.
Suppressing the murderous intent in her heart, the woman in black snatched the water from Shen Cheng’s hand and threw it out of the window.
Shen Cheng leaned back in the back seat, corners of her lips slightly raised, smiling brilliantly.
She gently massaged her stomach, alleviating the intense discomfort.
Drowsiness kept hitting her, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
At the sa ti, in Du City Suburb.
At the top floor of an old industrial building with no railings on all sides and zero safety asures.
The strong wind blew, causing the hanging glass bottles to collide with each other, emitting a harsh clinking sound.
Below the countless glass bottles, dozens of won in black stood upright, led by Cai Mingjiao.
Opposite them stood an exceptionally handso man.
He held a cigar between his fingers, which burned faster due to the wind.
The cigar was half-smoked, and the swirling smoke filled the air, bringing a faint scent of tobacco which Shi Yu deeply inhaled.
His long fingers gently flicked off the ash, and he finally raised his hand to put the cigar into his mouth, taking a puff.
Tilting his head back, he slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.
An unintentional move, yet so elegantly infuriating.
Every action exuded a commanding presence, as beautiful as a deity.
Not knowing how much ti had passed, he pinched out the cigar, leisurely straightened his slightly disarranged collar.
He gave a cold glance to those in front of him, his thin lips curved up, and he grasped a glass bottle.
He didn’t take the glass bottle down, but instead used a more direct thod.
His long fingers plucked the paper inside the bottle.
Unfolded, there was a neatly written line: "Living is worse than death—slice the wrist three tis."
"Life or death notice?"
Cai Mingjiao watched him, her face carrying an unnoticeable cold smirk.
Shi Yu just gave her a cold sweep, then tore the paper in his hand into shreds, the pieces swept away by the wind, scattering all around.
Cai Mingjiao, pointing at him, said, "You..."
Bang!
A gunshot echoed through the sky.
Draw the gun, load, pull the trigger, these actions were done in one fluid motion.
The bullet penetrated Cai Mingjiao’s leg, causing her to stagger several steps, finally bracing herself with her hands on the ground to barely stabilize.
"You dare to shoot?!"
She suddenly raised her head, eyes bloodshot.
Bang!
Another gunshot, and a large bullet straightforwardly bore into Cai Mingjiao’s other leg.
The intense pain made her break out in cold sweat, then she fell to the ground.
She tried to rise from the ground, but was too weak, and her subordinates rely pulled out guns aid at Shi Yu, with no one caring about her life or death.
Assassin, a profession without humanity.
Cold, indifferent, bloodthirsty, everyone lived for themselves, not moved even slightly by those around them.
Joining this organization, Cai Mingjiao was very aware of this fact.
Those without grudges or resentnt wouldn’t degrade themselves to beco an assassin devoid of emotions and desires.
Therefore, she hated!
Lying on the ground, Cai Mingjiao watched Shi Yu laugh arrogantly: "My dear brother-in-law, you are really heartless! Do you know, Shen Cheng and I share the sa blood! You hurting might make her happy. But if you kill , she might hate you for a lifeti..."
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