As this guy spoke in such a wild voice, the Rakshasa in front of him didn't say a word.

"What's wrong with you? In the past, you didn't even frown when faced with this kind of situation. Why are you acting like a defeated rooster today?" The man in red pajamas in front of him suddenly looked at the Rakshasa in front of him and asked.

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Rakshasa slowly raised his eyes and said, "Young Master, things are different this time. It seems that the old man is really planning to attack us, because I have already fought against that person."

After Rakshasa said this, the guy called Young Master suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Pull a hand on Nick? Do you think Tianmen is still the same Tianmen ten years ago? Are we afraid of him now? If we are afraid of him? Do we still dare to rebel? Tianmen, Tianmen, do you think he is really that amazing?" The clothes in front of him were wearing

The man in red pajamas said disdainfully.

The Rakshasa in front of him remained silent.

"What? Were you abused today?" The man in red pajamas in front of him suddenly blinked and looked at Rakshasa and asked.

Rakshasa's face looked extremely ugly, but he still nodded slowly.

"Today I originally killed Xiaozhuang, the Xuanwu envoy among the five envoys under Tianmen, but when I was about to kill Xiaozhuang, a strange man suddenly came. Judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to be Tianmen.

He is a very talented person, but he is surprisingly powerful.”

When Rakshasa looked at his face and said these words, he heard the man in red pajamas burst into laughter.

"So, the person who ranks second on your killer list was defeated by someone you don't even know?" The man in front of him felt very funny, and he couldn't help but laugh at the man.

But just as he was smiling, what about the Rakshasa in front of him? His face became increasingly ugly.

He didn't expect that he would recognize Zai here today! Maybe even he himself didn't know what was going on.

Who is that stranger? How could he have such ability?

There's no way I don't even know his name. If a famous killer with international reputation in Southeast Asia is defeated by an unknown boy, wouldn't it become a big joke if word spread?

No wonder the Rakshasa's face looked so ugly at the moment.

The moment the two of them were talking, a cold, stone-like voice came out.

"Maybe the man who defeated Rakshasa wasn't a nobody."

After the voice came out, which was like coming from an ice cellar, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

His face was obscured by the black light, and only his body could be seen.

175 centimeters, neither high nor low.

Wearing a dark suit, he slowly walked out of the darkness.

The moment he walked out, I could see his outline clearly. The outline was very sharp, his hair was combed very brightly, and even his nails were cut very thin.

There was not a trace of dust on his body, but his pure white face had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of his tall nose.

He looks polite and polite.

It's just that those white, woman-like hands have rough calluses on the palms.

Come out there and talk.

He seemed to have no emotion at all, and his pure white face looked like it was carved out of ice.

When he spoke, only his mouth moved, and even his eyes seemed lifeless.

When he walked out, the Rakshasa in front of him not only raised his eyes to look at him, but an invisible cold feeling surged up from his heart.

At the same time, there was a familiar murderous aura.

I had personally encountered this murderous aura this morning, but now the Rakshasa in front of me felt it again.

who is he?

Who is this strange man who looks as delicate as a woman and is cold and emotionless?

spirit!

He is Ling, a character who ranks first on the Golden List Killer Rankings and possesses the godhead of a demigod.

An international killer who has carried out fourteen ultimate assassination missions in the world, using different methods fourteen times. The CIA and the Colombian police do not even know his appearance or physical characteristics.

He is the spirit.

A character who seems so ordinary that you would not notice him if you were thrown into the crowd, turns out to be the world-famous ultimate killer.

The moment the spirit came out, the man in front of him, who was called the Young Master by Rakshasa, not only laughed.

"Really? Is that guy still some kind of master?"

"A person so tall that he can't even deal with Rakshasa, the second-ranked killer?"

As he said this, the face in front of him was indifferent.

"His name is Yang Hua. He is a master who was just spotted by the old man. He once wandered between the underworld and the white path. He was just recruited into the Tianmen. Now he is the Qilin Messenger among the five envoys of the Tianmen."

When the spirit in front of him actually told Yang Hua's whereabouts word for word, the ugly face of the Rakshasa in front of him couldn't help but change color slightly.

"It turned out to be the Qilin Messenger in Tianmen?" He not only pondered there.

What about the man in front of him who was called the Young Master? He smiled.

"Qilin Messenger? So what? Don't tell me you two can't deal with him." The face of the man in red pajamas in front of me changed and he roared.

The spirit did not speak, and neither did the Rakshasa.

"I don't want to see some kind of Qilin messenger or some bullshit Xuanwu messenger before my old man comes back alive. Do you understand?"

"I'll pay you, and you have to do things for me! Otherwise, get out of here!" The man in red pajamas in front of them cursed at the two of them.

When he cursed like this, the spirit in front of him remained indifferent, as if the curse words had not reached his ears at all.

But what about Rakshasa? How could he be insulted like this? He was a noble Greek prince.

Just when Rakshasa was about to get angry, the spirit in front of him suddenly had a golden gun with a black silencer in his hand.

The bright muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at the head of the man in red pajamas in front of him.

"I forgot to tell you something. Your father gave me double the money and asked me to kill you."

When these emotionless words were spoken, the man in red pajamas in front of him had not yet spoken a word. When his pupils dilated rapidly, Naling's finger pulled the trigger in front of him.

Then, with a pop, the bullet passed through his head, passed directly from the outside of his head, and hit the vase next to him with a bang.

The entire vase was shattered in an instant.

The man in front of him, who was called the Young Master, was lively and vigorous just now, but now? Blood spurted from his head, and he died there.

dead.
Chapter completed!