While dodging, Fu Sang looked for an opportunity to get close to him, just as the man attacked again.
A flash of silver light appeared under the lamplight, and the man's hand holding the sharp blade suddenly fell, while he covered his neck, which was oozing blood, with one hand.
Fu Sang stood by the wall, panting slightly, and turned to look in the direction from which the silver light had come.
A gentle night breeze stirred the curtains of the French windows, causing them to flutter and revealing a slender figure through the slightly transparent drapery.
Familiar yet unfamiliar.
Fu Sang was deeply shocked. Even though he had suspected that the boy was the 'murderer' who killed those damned criminals.
When faced with the truth, she was still somewhat stunned.
Qiao Yunchuan, with his well-defined knuckles, held a silver butterfly knife as he stepped into the living room.
The foreign man was still alive, convulsing as he clutched his bleeding neck.
The refined young man slowly walked over, half-squatted down, and stared at the man with a pair of golden heterochromatic eyes that were cold and bloodthirsty.
The foreign man looked shocked.
“...Joe.” He made a muffled sound in his throat.
A gloomy look filled Qiao Yunchuan's exceptionally handsome face, and his thin, beautiful lips were pressed into a straight line.
The people in the organization had seen the boy indifferent, aloof, and all sorts of other states, but they had never seen him in a fit of rage.
The boy was like a death god enraged in the depths of hell, his beautiful pupils filled with a storm that could easily tear a person apart.
The foreign man's face showed the fear of impending death.
If it weren't for that woman... he might have felt like he was living a life worse than death.
"Let...let me go..."
Qiao Yunchuan's knife pierced the man's eye, blood splattering everywhere, and the man convulsed violently.
The boy coldly and cruelly gouged out his eyes, then plunged them into the man's heart and stirred them inside.
The agonizing torment he faced before death caused the man to beg, "Kill me..."
In a short while.
The foreign man became a corpse.
Qiao Yunchuan stood up, remained silent for a moment, and then turned around.
Fu Sang stood still without moving.
Qiao Yunchuan strode towards her, his eyes filled with a gentle reassurance.
Are you injured anywhere?
Fu Sang shook her head, looking at him with bright eyes.
"you……"
She had so many questions to ask.
Qiao Yunchuan extended his long, slender fingers and pressed them against her rosy lips.
"-We'll talk about that later, I'll take care of him first."
If a foreigner suddenly dies in your home, it will be a very troublesome thing to explain if the police come.
Qiao Yunchuan reached out and hugged the girl's soft body, then turned around and walked to the corpse, taking out a small silver bottle.
Fu Sang saw some transparent liquid fall onto the corpse, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse quickly decomposed, disappearing completely in less than half a minute, leaving only some traces of blood.
Such a scene is truly horrifying.
Such professional methods of disposing of corpses—is this truly the work of a professional killer?
After disposing of the body, the boy returned to her.
【-Joy, come with me.】
Fu Sang looked at him, puzzled.
Qiao Yunchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and his fair fingers pinched her chin, gently stroking it.
It's no longer safe for you to stay here. Come with me and leave China for somewhere else.
Fu Sang hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What about my mother?"
"You should send your aunt somewhere else first, take the 'things' and we'll leave. They only want the things; they'll only come after you and me."
"knew."
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