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On the second floor, Fang Tong was bored with a copy of intelligence information in his forehand. He had already read the information. Fang Tong was not interested in the gossip information on it. He saw David Black next to him as listless as himself, and couldn't help but look at the stairs leading to the third floor.

This was the first time he saw it, and even he couldn't count it. Originally, he thought he would turn his head back to the request for a while as disappointed as before, but he didn't expect that this time he saw the expected figure.

"Brother!" Fang Tong couldn't help but run towards the entrance of the three-story stairs. The people in the camp turned their heads when they heard the sound. Seeing that Wang Sancai didn't believe it, they hurriedly threw down the information in their hands and greeted them.

After Wang Sancai walked down the second floor, he snapped his fingers without waiting for everyone to speak and said, "It's OK! It's hard to say whether it's successful or not."

Seeing that Wang Sancai was so vague, Fang Tong also realized it: "Well, let's talk about it later when we go back."

Wang Sancai nodded, and saw that the people in the camp had no other opinions, so he took them downstairs and returned to the first floor. The hall was still crowded with people. With the footsteps of Wang Sancai and the others walking down, the eyes of those people also looked at them one after another.

Wang Sancai was too lazy to pay attention to these different gazes. After walking down the stairs, he led people directly to the door. However, just as they were just walking to the front of the door, a figure suddenly opened his arms and blocked Wang Sancai and the others in front of the door.

"My friend, are you doing something?" Wang Sancai asked the man with a smile. He noticed that this man looked ordinary and looked slightly thin compared to the muscular raven, but most distinctively, he had an eye mask on his eye, as if he was blind.

As he suddenly appeared, Wang Sancai also noticed that the crowded assassins behind him were hurriedly retreating, as if he was a little scared of this person.

Moreover, Wang Sancai also heard someone whispering: "This one-eyed dragon is back again. He really wants to find eight consecutive kills!"

"Shh, whisper, this guy seems to be unkind. Did you forget that he immediately cut off the wrist of the captain of the "Yin" level "Zhongtian" Assassin team from Lin Nancheng?"

"Don't cause trouble."

"Captain Zhongtian Assassin went back to find his reinforcements but hadn't come back yet. Now the one-eyed dragon suddenly appeared again. It seems that we have a good show."

"Hehe, listen to the legend of the Eight-Single Killing in the Burning Stone City, and you can clear a hill in one day. It's simply nonsense! Taking this opportunity, we can also see if the Eight-Single Killing is not true."

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All kinds of discussions came into Wang Sancai's ears, but Wang Sancai didn't care. However, through these discussions, he could already confirm that the one-eyed dragon that blocked his eight people's way was the initiator who heard the screams on the first floor after he went up the second floor.

Seeing that the one-eyed dragon was only looking at his eight people, without saying a word, the raven couldn't hold on to it anymore. He didn't take the one-eyed dragon seriously at all, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hey, have you heard of the saying "A good dog doesn't block the way"?"

Wang Sancai did not stop the raven because he could also see that the one-eyed dragon was not in good intentions.

However, the words of Raven made the assassins behind him burst into pieces. Some of the assassins couldn't help but talk excitedly: "Hey, did you hear it? Eight consecutive kills are really arrogant!"

The words of Raven also attracted the attention of the One-Eyed Dragon. The One-Eyed Dragon's eyes were on the Raven for a long time, and then looked at the avatar of the eight-single kills hanging above the counter through the crowd. The eyes finally fell on Wang Sancai, and finally said, "Are you the captain of the eight-single kills?"

Wang Sancai replied with a smile on his face: "It's like a fake one."

"Very good." A wicked smile appeared on the corner of the one-eyed dragon's mouth: "I am sure to win the ranking of the ring competition, and I hope you don't let me down."

After saying this, he laughed three times, ignored Wang Sancai and others, and left here directly.

Looking at his back as he was leaving, Wang Sancai shook his head helplessly: "What a madman."

After saying that, he waved his hand to everyone: "Okay, let's go back."

No one cared about the one-eyed dragon. After all, Wang Sancai's innate strength was there! So, no one said anything and left here amid the discussions of the assassins on the first floor.

On the third floor, Aning sat quietly at the conference table alone, with a little obvious tangle on her face. There was a pen on her right hand, and there was a piece of paper the size of a palm on the table in front of her.

The paper was already full of handwriting, Aning took a breath, put down his pen, picked up the paper, and saw a sentence on it: "It has been confirmed that the captain of the eighth consecutive killing is Wang Sancai himself, and the mask on his face is from the man who imitates the face creator."

However, Aning held the paper and looked at it for a long time, but his hands trembled uncontrollably, and together with the paper on her hand, a struggle appeared in her eyes, and even the frequency of ups and downs between her chest became much faster.

She took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, lit the candlelight beside her, and moved the note to the flame with trembling.

Paper is just ordinary paper, which burns when it encounters fire. The brighter the fire light, the more serious the entanglement on Aning's face becomes.

Suddenly, Aning's face showed great pain. She could no longer hold on to the burning note and landed on the ground. Her own hands were already pressed tightly between her lower abdomen, as if she was trying her best to suppress the pain.

However, the pain was really unbearable. She fell to the ground with weak power, unable to bear it anymore, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

The mouth of blood that was spewing seemed to make her feel better, but her face turned scary at this moment. However, Aning struggled desperately to get up, quickly took out a piece of white paper from under the table, picked up a pen, and wrote the words that had burned off the paper before again.

When she finished writing, she happened to see all the burning notes turned into ashes.

She leaned on the table with her arms weakly looking at the words on the note, her face covered in sweat, and she breathed desperately, as if the severe pain in her abdomen had passed.

But before she could deal with the blood on the corner of her mouth and the ground, she quickly folded the strip into strips. Then, she quickly ran to the end of the conference table and pressed a mechanism here. As the secret door opened, she saw that the space inside was very small, and several cages were piled together, and the cage was covered with snow-white carrier pigeons.

Aning took out a carrier pigeon, inserted the folded paper into the carrier pigeon's claws, and came to the window.

She wanted to release the pigeon immediately, but suddenly she looked struggling on her face. Then, there was another pain in her abdomen. She no longer dared to hesitate and quickly released the pigeon.

Looking at the flying pigeon, the pain in her abdomen disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!