The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The blinding searchlights illuminated the entire backyard of the clinic as if it were daytime.

The intense white light shone mercilessly on Ye Honglian, leaving her nowhere to hide.

The number one assassin of the Great Yan Kingdom and the high-ranking leader of the Netherworld Cult are currently frozen in place in a comical tug-of-war posture.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and a deathly silence enveloped the backyard.

After a brief moment of shock, an indescribable sense of humiliation erupted in Ye Honglian's heart like a volcano.

The moment he was caught red-handed, his anger completely transformed into boundless rage!

"Delivering takeout?"

Ye Honglian's voice squeezed out from behind the mask with its green face and fangs, sounding like a poisoned blade tempered with ice.

She gave a cold laugh, her laughter filled with undisguised cruelty and murderous intent.

Since she couldn't get the shoe out, she simply gave up on it!

How could the number one master of the Great Yan be bound hand and foot by a blob of inexplicable rotten glue?

Ye Honglian's eyes narrowed, and she immediately gave up on the red shoe that was stuck to her.

She pulled her bare, fair foot out of the shoe.

After escaping, she no longer concealed her strength.

A terrifying surge of true energy, enough to make one's heart tremble, erupted from her slender body without reservation!

The crimson true energy, like a tangible storm, swept wildly outwards from her center.

The wind howled, making her red dress flutter wildly.

"Bang!"

It was accompanied by a deafening explosion.

That incredibly powerful sticky mouse trap that can even catch giant sandworms.

Under the crushing force of Ye Honglian's violent true energy, it was shattered into dozens of pieces!

The shattered plastic sheets, mixed with dirt and grass clippings, flew in all directions.

Ye Honglian lightly touched the ground with one foot and landed gracefully on a clean stone slab a meter away.

She slightly raised her chin, exuding a suffocating aura of demonic power.

She thought her domineering move of shattering the trap would be enough to intimidate the arrogant little girl on the second floor.

However, Su Yaoyao, standing on the second-floor corridor, didn't even blink.

Wearing fluffy pink bunny pajamas, she is blowing on a cup of hot milk.

"Tsk tsk tsk, quite the temper, even throwing away her shoes."

Su Yaoyao took a sip of milk, her words utterly devoid of any politeness.

"Wearing a bright red dress in the middle of the night to carry out an assassination, are you trying to be a human signpost so people won't see you?"

Ye Honglian's eyes twitched slightly beneath her mask, and her murderous aura intensified.

Su Yaoyao's little mouth was like a machine gun that had been blessed, rattling away incessantly.

She reached out and pointed with a look of disgust at the mask on Ye Honglian's face.

"And look at that piece of junk you're wearing on your face!"

"It has a blue face and fangs, the carving is rough, even the paint is faded, and it looks very cheap."

"You bought this Asura mask wholesale from the market for two coins, didn't you?"

"No, judging by the poor quality of these misshapen fruits, they were probably a freebie you got when you haggled with the vendor and bought cabbage!"

"With this kind of cheap, street-stall-like aesthetic, how dare they wear it out to pretend to be a mysterious master?"

"They've practically lowered the average attractiveness level of the entire assassin industry!"

Every sentence is piercing to the heart, every word is barbed.

Since Ye Honglian founded the Netherworld Cult, who hasn't been terrified and begged for mercy upon seeing her?

When did it become the prerogative of a toddler who hasn't even grown all her feathers to criticize her taste?!

They even regarded her as a symbolic Shura mask, degrading her to nothing more than rotten cabbage sold in a wholesale market!

Anger completely consumed Ye Honglian's reason.

Her chest heaved violently, and she laughed in exasperation.

"Hehe... Hahahaha!"

The chilling laughter echoed through the night, as if it came from the deepest hell.

Ye Honglian raised her head, her murderous eyes behind the mask fixed on Su Yaoyao.

"Little brat, you've got a tough tongue!"

"I just don't know if you're that lucky!"

Before she finished speaking, Ye Honglian did not hesitate for a moment longer.

She clasped her hands together rapidly in front of her chest, her ten fingers flitting like butterflies among flowers, creating a blur of motion.

In an instant, dozens of cold, sharp glints appeared out of thin air between her fingers.

This is precisely her signature move that made her famous throughout the Great Yan Kingdom, killing without a trace—the Deadly Chain Darts!

"Go to hell!"

Ye Honglian flicked her wrist, and her wide red sleeves fluttered in the night wind.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The dense whooshing sound shattered the tranquility of the backyard, like the sinister laugh of death.

Dozens of uniquely shaped, high-quality steel poison darts, shimmering with a ghostly green venomous light, tore through the night.

They intertwined in mid-air to form an impenetrable web of death.

Like a green storm, it shot wildly towards Su Yaoyao on the second floor!

The poison dart was incredibly fast, almost completely blocking the little girl's escape route.

The eerie green light revealed that it was coated with a deadly poison from southern Xinjiang.

Even the slightest scratch is beyond the help of a miracle worker!

At this critical moment when the killing intent was about to fully erupt.

The tightly closed wooden door to the backyard on the first floor creaked open from the inside.

"What's all the noise about in the middle of the night? Don't you know I'm trying to sleep?"

Awakened by the noise in the backyard, Su Zhen, wearing an overcoat, walked out with an impatient look on his face.

He rubbed his eyes and looked up, cursing under his breath.

However, the moment he looked up at the courtyard...

Su Zhen froze completely.

His gaze went straight past the countless eerie green poison darts flying through the air.

The image was frozen in the center of the courtyard, focusing on the woman in red, barefoot, still in a dart-throwing pose!

boom!

Su Zhen was jolted, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

His eyes, which had been somewhat sleepy, widened to their limit, and his pupils contracted sharply!

That set of smooth and flowing opening moves.

That unique hidden weapon technique of overlapping hands and using the opponent's force against them.

And that ruthless and cunning way of exerting force, where every bit of power is calculated to the extreme!

so similar!

They look so alike!

No, they are exactly the same!

Eight years ago, in the palace of the Great Yuan Kingdom, there was a woman who originally seemed weak and unable to take care of herself.

On the night before he left, he used the exact same method to take down the imperial guards who were protecting the treasury!

Su Zhen will never forget that ruthless figure.

The woman who embezzled half of his national treasury, faked her death and escaped, the woman he searched for, longed for, and hated for eight whole years!

Su Zhen's heart pounded wildly, and an indescribable surge of violent emotion rushed to his head.

On the second-floor corridor.

Faced with an unavoidable barrage of deadly poison darts, raining down like a storm.

Wearing pink bunny pajamas, Su Yaoyao not only didn't dodge, but she also didn't spill a single drop of the hot milk in her hand.

Looking at the sky filled with eerie green light, Su Yaoyao frantically sounded an air raid siren in her mind.

She mentally uttered a perfectly enunciated swear word:

[Holy crap, is this woman insane? She's unleashing a super move right off the bat?! Does she think I'm some pushover?!]

She reached into her spatial storage and pulled out a cylinder, slamming it hard into the ground.