A cold glint flashed in Fu Sang's eyes as he placed the water glass on the table.
"Come out," she said coldly.
The door to the master bedroom opened, and a figure stepped out.
Clearly, the other party was not afraid of her and appeared in front of her openly.
The man had blond hair, was nearly two meters tall, and had a menacingly bulging physique. Several scars ran across his face.
His aura was as powerful as a wild beast, and his eyes were exceptionally cold, as if she were prey destined to die in his eyes.
Fu Sang narrowed his eyes slightly, a layer of frost covering his delicate face.
This person exudes not only an extremely aggressive and dangerous aura, but also a strong sense of bloodlust.
She was certain that countless people had died at his hands.
This is a professional killer.
Assassins typically eliminate their targets using the fastest and most direct methods, probably because the target underestimated her weakness and didn't bother to eliminate her secretly.
Or perhaps, they want to get some information from her.
Just as she expected, the foreign man coldly asked, "Woman, where is the thing?"
First Fusang really didn't know what he was looking for.
Secondly, even if I had it, I wouldn't give it to him.
The original owner's memories are correct; the person who killed the original owner and Li's mother was this foreign assassin.
Fu Sang pursed his lips and said, "I don't understand what you're saying."
A foreign man walked over and asked in Chinese, "Hand over the stuff now, or I'll kill you and turn you into a specimen."
As he spoke, the man's large, iron-like hand reached out to pinch her head.
Fu Sang nimbly stepped back, dodging the man's large hand, her delicate eyebrows and eyes filled with a fierce aura.
The intense hatred in the original owner's heart affected her, causing her to feel an urge to tear the foreign man in front of her to pieces.
Everyone has a sore spot, and Li's mother was the original owner's sore spot.
The foreign man was surprised that she was able to dodge, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He considered this a reflexive human action.
"You bitch, if you hide again I'll kill you!"
Fu Sang sneered and said, "You'd better not hide later."
This foreign man is a professionally trained assassin; it's uncertain whether he's better than her in combat, so a swift victory is necessary.
I don't care if it damages the house.
Fu Sang lunged forward, grabbed the man's arm, and yanked him away forcefully.
A loud bang!
The tall man was thrown against the wall, the impact immediately shaking off dust and leaving a dent.
The man fell to the ground, but immediately got up again.
That attack had clearly caused him serious injury, and bright red blood was slowly flowing from his head.
"Fuck, you bitch!"
The man spat fiercely, pulled the weapon strapped to his leg, and his eyes were as cold as a venomous snake.
Fu Sang stared at him with icy eyes.
If the killing was committed in self-defense, then there will be no imprisonment.
Of course, if one takes revenge on someone who is unable to move and ends up killing them, then one will be punished by law.
These killers, whose hands are stained with the blood of many, will not go to jail no matter how many they kill.
The man rushed over, his sharp blade aimed at her.
Fu Sang nimbly dodged the attack, then grabbed the man's hand. Before she could react, the man's sharp blade stabbed horizontally.
Fusang had no choice but to let go of his thick arm, bend over and dodge backward, then roll over to a safe distance.
The man then launched an attack, destroying all the furniture in the living room, which shattered and crashed all over the floor.
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