Even from a distance of several dozen meters, the iron chain gripped the roof without a sound. Countless assassins in black and silver masks slid down the iron chain like bats, landing silently on the roof and the surrounding ground.
The leading figure in black wore a ghostly silver mask, its gleam like snow, and a murderous aura filled his face. Landing on the rooftop, he slid down with a knife-like motion. With a resounding crash, the entire roof was torn apart by his iron claws. His brutality far surpassed that of the previous group of stealthy black-clad men.
When the roof was suddenly lifted up, the rubble and dust on the roof fell into the house, along with countless black-clad figures led by the ghost-faced man in black.
These killers wearing silver masks were full of murderous intent, like demons from hell, pouring into this not-so-small bedroom with endless darkness.
But as soon as he rushed in, the leader of the men in black started to twitch his mouth.
In the room, there was a crowd of men in black wearing silver masks who appeared from nowhere, staring at them with red eyes. Their number was no less than theirs.
These men in black, wearing silver masks and dressed almost identically to their leader, each held a sword in their hands. It was obvious that they were also here to carry out the assassination in the middle of the night.
Now they jumped in from the roof in unison with such domineering, powerful and ferocious means. From the other party's eyes, it can be seen that these people regarded them as the secret guards of the Prince's Mansion.
Just as the ghost-faced man in black was about to speak to clarify, the leader of the other black-clad men had already thrust his sword at him at breakneck speed. The powerful internal energy combined with the swift speed caused the leader's pupils to shrink, and he suddenly retreated.
He had just retreated less than two meters when a chill hit him from behind. Startled, the leader of the men in black immediately dodged. Even with his quick reaction, the men behind him still grazed his skin, tearing a large piece of flesh apart with the sword.
The man in black with a ghost face was sweating profusely. If he had not dodged in time, he would not have been injured in the skin, but in the back.
The silver-masked man in black on the roof heard the noise in the house and slid down from above without any consideration. In an instant, the room, which was not small to begin with, was suddenly filled with fifty or sixty men in black, and the entire space was instantly stretched to the limit.
In order to avoid the fatal attacks, the Ghost-faced leader missed the best opportunity to let the remaining companions retreat. After everyone entered the house, everyone was dumbfounded.
However, the other side's silver-faced men in black did not give them any preparation for surprise and rushed directly into the other side's camp. In an instant, in a huge room, a group of silver-faced men in black started a gunfight.
At the beginning, everyone could still tell who was who, but after a few rounds, the silver-masked man in black, who had no idea who he was targeting, started fighting among himself.
The man in black with a ghost face was pale and watched everyone killing each other with bloodshot eyes, but he himself fell in a corner and couldn't move.
He didn't know what was on the opponent's sword, but just a moment after being injured, he felt paralyzed all over his body. He couldn't even move his mouth and tongue, let alone commit suicide.
It was because of this that he saw the opponent's flaw. Only then did he realize that this group of people was definitely doing it on purpose, and their purpose was to catch them!
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