At this time, he didn't bother to stay here any longer, so he just left after casually saying some polite words.

There are still a few hours before the summit is about to begin... If there is another attack at this time, he will really not be able to escape the blame. He will have to quickly go back to the area where the senior masters of the Taoist Association live and deploy additional defenses.

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"How's Sakura?"

Song Haoran came to the door of Song Ying's room.

"Miss Sakura must have been a little frightened. She was still drunk and fell asleep again... Maybe she won't have any impression of what just happened when she wakes up."

"This is best." Song Haoran nodded.

He walked into the room and covered Song Ying with a quilt himself. After staying with her for a while, he walked out and said calmly: "From now on, we will bring in three more snipers... I want the sniper's aim."

The device was swept over everyone around Sakura."

"I'll make arrangements right away."

"Where's that guy?"

"It's been sent to the basement."

"Three hours is enough."

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My consciousness is recovering little by little, but this is definitely not a good feeling.

Cleaner Killer... He slowly raised his head, and what he saw was a silver steel table. At this time, on the stainless steel table, in addition to a bloody electric saw, there were other

There are also two palms and two soles of feet.

His hands.

And his feet.

His eyes condensed at this moment, revealing an extremely crazy and violent look in his eyes.

How dare a mere mortal...

"Can you wake up so soon? I plan to wake you up."

He looked for the sound.

It's that arrogant young man.

At this time, Song Haoran simply put on a white shirt and sat down next to the steel table in a relaxed manner... He even picked up a severed palm on the table.

"I have been practicing martial arts with others recently... martial arts and other things." Song Haoran said calmly: "I have become more knowledgeable. These hands look like a pair of very powerful palms."

"You won't ask anything from me." He sneered, "But I will remember your appearance."

"Actually, I don't want to ask anymore." Song Haoran casually threw the severed palm in his hand directly into a furnace, and stood up.

He walked directly in front of the killer, looked at it, and said coldly: "This is the first time I have seen a person who can remain indifferent even after waking up and seeing his own broken hands and feet. If such a person doesn't speak, then

I really don’t want to speak. So, I don’t want to waste my time.”

He sneered and laughed: "I told you, I will remember your appearance."

"Whatever you want." Song Haoran slowly put a silver pistol against the other person's forehead, "I know you are extraordinary, and the person who ordered you here is also extraordinary, but so what? I can never leave this place for the rest of my life.

City, then if you have the ability, come in, I have more than a hundred ways to kill you... If you want revenge, just come."

boom!

The killer didn't even have time to reply. Young Master Song fired directly, and the bullet instantly entered the opponent's skull.

But it's not over yet.

Song Haoran then fired another shot at the opponent's left chest, then another shot at the right chest, and finally another shot at the bridge of the opponent's nose.

In the end, the killer fell directly to the ground...his eyes did not close.

Song Haoran said calmly: "Then just watch. Look at me with eyes open, I don't care."

The men under him hurriedly stepped forward and asked hesitantly: "Young Master, you said you would hand him over to the Management Bureau, and now he is dead?"

"I didn't say that I had to hand over the labor." Song Haoran said calmly: "This guy must be an extraordinary person. I turned around and drained all the blood on his body before handing him over to the people in the administration... If he can survive this way,

, I just consider myself unlucky."

"By the way, this thing was found from him."

At this time, his subordinates sent a sign that was neither gold nor jade in front of Song Haoran.

Holding this sign, Song Haoran asked in surprise: "What is this...the killer's identity certificate or something like that?"

"I don't know." The subordinate shook his head, "He only has this thing on him. Since it is carried with him, it should be a very important thing... I will check later to see if there is any killer organization in the underground world that uses this brand.

Make a mark."

Song Haoran nodded, casually stuffed the sign into his pocket, asked someone to deal with the traces in the basement, and then left alone.

…

Finally, Song Haoran returned to Princess Chuyang's room again... At this time, Princess Chuyang was still meditating and ignored Song Haoran's return.

Young Master Song didn't say anything. After taking off his coat, he continued the unfinished exercise.

"The meeting is about to start in less than two hours. Why don't you recharge your batteries at this time?" Princess Chuyang said calmly.

"Since there are still a few hours, why don't I take advantage of it." Song Haoran chuckled and said: "If you don't make yourself the most powerful, how can you face all the dangers that come."

"Then go outside the corridor." Princess Chuyang said calmly: "The smell of your sweat is affecting me."

"Really?" Young Master Song instantly smiled playfully and said, "I thought this was the smell of men. Did it make you intoxicated, little Chuyang?"

Princess Chuyang suddenly stood up... and left.

Young Master Song chuckled and started training alone. After a while, he was dripping with sweat.

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Outside the Song Dynasty Hotel, a few hundred meters away on the roof of a tall building, a figure lowered the telescope... with a gloomy expression.

"Could it be that...how is it possible?"

As a transcendent person, being killed by humans in the sub-world is really too much...

"No... maybe this place can."

He didn't even know whether the soul could be completely preserved in the event of the death of a transcendent person in this strange, forbidden city.

Just as he was meditating, a sense of danger of being stared at by something instantly caused his body to have an instinctive reaction... and he instantly ducked down.

Only a bang was heard, and a small hole appeared in a water tank on the roof... water flowed out instantly.

A very powerless feeling arose spontaneously.

He was stunned, and the danger level of this forbidden city once again increased several levels.

This was clearly a sniper attack from the Song Dynasty Hotel... Maybe he didn't know he was here, he was just checking the surroundings all the time, and happened to see this place.

He crawled on his hands and knees, struggling to reach the top of the stairs under the continuous snipers... This was a humiliation he had never felt since he became famous!

"Damn it, this mission is not a welfare mission where you can easily earn contributions!"

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Before dawn, Luo Qiu was woken up from his sleep by some soft voices.

When he walked out of the room, Boss Luo saw Ren Ziling, who was definitely not Ren Ziling, sitting upright in front of the table.

Why is it said that Ren Ziling is definitely not Ren Ziling?

Just because in Boss Luo's memory, the number of times he could see Aunt Ren in formal attire... was countless and indescribable.

Dark black hip-hugging skirt, hair tied up.

At this time, the maid lady was carefully applying makeup on Aunt Ren, while Lizi was dozing off to the side, sucking her fingers, and making strange sounds of "sucking", "sucking" from time to time.

"So early."

"Did I wake you up?" Aunt Ren bowed to Boss Luo apologetically, "I've tried my best not to speak... but we have to go into the venue in advance to prepare. But I can't do this hair.

Okay, fortunately, I have You Ye, my dear boy! It’s been a big help!”

"It takes a little effort." The maid smiled slightly and seemed to enjoy her work at this time. "You will be the most beautiful one in the room today."

"I'm just doing an on-site interview, not attending a wedding... Really." Aunt Ren shook her head, "If it weren't for the requirement to wear formal attire, I... Damn it, this is me?!"

Looking at herself in the mirror brought by the maid, Aunt Ren suddenly jumped up. She felt as if she had added special effects at this time, and her whole face was glowing with bilingbiling light.
To be continued...