Seeing the figures scrambling away hastily in escape, Feng Jiu's lips curled up in a sinister smile.
"Once you step in here, do not dream of going back alive!"
The moment her voice fell, the figure of Feng Jiu flashed into a red blur, like a ghostly spirit cutting through the dark night sky towards the two running figures, the dagger in her hand held in a reverse grip shone with a chilling bloodthirsty gleam. The next moment, the red figure flashed past the two men running for their lives and blood sprayed, the bodies of the two men froze a moment, before falling back into the yard.
'Thud, thud.'
There were no signs a fight had taken place left behind, and the killing had not alarmed anybody. The lives of the four black market mercenaries had been robbed from them under Feng Jiu's hands quietly and silently…..
Facing into the wind, Feng Jiu's eyes were narrowed. She looked at the four dead corpses in the yard and her gaze dimmed.
