Inside the living room.
A group of assassins appeared dazed and confused, still hopelessly trapped in the illusions cast by the old weasel.
Especially the martial arts master who was leading the group, who was biting and chewing on the antique shelf in the living room, and had taken off all his clothes, making all sorts of indecent acts.
Several assassins nearby were also hugging and embracing each other, mistaking each other for beautiful women.
The living room was in complete chaos.
"You bastard!"
Suddenly, a thunderous shout rang out.
Everyone present was jolted awake, staring in disbelief at the scene before them.
The leader of the assassins, in particular, had broken his front teeth from chewing on the antique shelf, his mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Where is my beautiful girlfriend?
How did it turn into an antique shelf in the blink of an eye?
Could it be that I couldn't get in no matter what I did?
"Look at the state of you all."
The angry shout from before rang out again.
A short, stout man strode in. He exuded a powerful aura, and his murderous intent spread like mercury.
This is one of the Demon Heart Elder's trusted confidants, a peak Martial King of the First Rank, who is specifically stationed at this stronghold.
Just now, he used his spiritual energy to break the old weasel's illusion.
"A dead weasel dares to stir up trouble here; it's simply courting death."
The short, stout old man roared and lunged at the old weasel in mid-air.
The assassin who had been leading the group turned around and saw that the beautiful Murong Anxiang, who had been sitting on the sofa, had disappeared at some point. In her place was an old weasel, squatting on the sofa with its white beard hanging down to the ground, grinning wickedly at him.
Thinking back to when he had touched her thigh in the car, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his body. He wished he could kill that weasel with his own hands.
Beside him, the international superstar Amy Larry was also gone, replaced by a disheveled man with a long knife slung over his shoulder, a scar on his face, and a murderous look, resembling a butcher slaughtering pigs—it was Xiahou Ba.
"Hehehehe..."
Xiahou Ba instantly went berserk, his body engulfed in black, malevolent flames. He swung his long sword and slashed directly at the leading assassin.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides were locked in fierce combat, and chaos erupted in the living room...
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