But as soon as she walked into the living room, she saw a graceful figure standing in front of the cabinet, looking at her father's portrait.

"Who are you?!" Fiona took two steps back vigilantly.

The woman turned around and had a wild, exquisite face, with a cigarette on her finger, but it didn't light it. She put down the photo in her hand, looked at Fiona and said, "I am your father's friend.

I said you were in some trouble, so I came to help you."

"Why have I never heard of you?!" Fiona did not relax her guard at all. She reached out to touch her waist, but suddenly remembered that her gun had been confiscated by Gordon.

She lowered her head in a little annoyed state, but the next second she felt a breeze blowing beside her. The woman touched her behind her like a ghost and grabbed her wrist.

"I thought you really had a gun." A playful tone rang in Fiona's ears. Fiona stumbled forward, and the woman actually came around to the front of the sofa again.

"I have no malice towards you, I just want to remind you of one thing."

"What?" Fiona asked instinctively.

"Your father has helped many people, maybe he doesn't know it himself. The existence of the Warrior itself has made room for other people's survival. There are more people who thank him and want to follow him than you think.

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"I know this." Fiona raised her head high and said, "He is a hero, you don't need to say this!"

"I mean, if you want to completely embezzle the only living space left by ordinary people, you must kill such a warrior."

The woman's tone became colder, and he said, "Not only did he not have a good ending, but his whole family would also die without a burial place. This would intimidate others."

As soon as the words came to an end, the glass in the living room was broken with a bang.
Chapter completed!