Pretend to be a pig, eat the tiger, and take your enemy home.

"It's useless to be afraid. If you don't want to die, just leave as soon as possible." These people who just came are just cannon fodder, here to find out what's going on.

Next, it’s time for the hunter hiding behind to appear.

On the third floor of the club, VIP compartment.

"Sir, send out all the troops and annihilate them."

The man in white clothes on the main seat crossed his long legs, holding a white towel in his hand to wipe the scimitar in his hand, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and a coquettish smile hanging on his lips.

"It seems that Shirley is protected by experts, so we have to take action ourselves."

The man in black on the other side tugged at his clothes, his eyes full of contempt, and his mouth was bloodthirsty and hoarse, "The employer actually issued a reward order to other organizations. This means that he doesn't take us seriously at all."

"We must win this order and get rid of all those things that are an eyesore."

A lot of killers suddenly poured into the venue, and they didn't seem to be from the same group.

The other people were only injured but not killed, because most of the contestants from various countries had the same distinguished status as Shirley, and people from the International Piano Association couldn't afford to offend them.

Their target has been Shirley from beginning to end.

Shi Nianchu pulled her and walked quickly to a green corridor. When he heard the movement, his eyes were slightly sharp, and he protected her behind him, watching the front vigilantly.

Before anyone could see him, the knife arrived first.

The Silver Moon Scimitar flashed a dazzling cold light in the bright sun, spinning like a deadly wind, making it difficult to grasp its position.

Shi Nianchu remained calm as usual, threw out the dagger in his hand, accurately inserted into the center teeth of the Silver Moon Scimitar, and with the powerful impact force, it was embedded into the wooden stake on the left side.

"Sure enough, there are two brushes."

Two men jumped down from the eaves of the front corridor one after the other and stopped in front of Shi Nianchu and Shirley.

The one in white walked to the side and took off his scimitar, tossing it in his hand, then walked towards them and said, "Miss Gong, long time no see."

This person is Bai Qiu, who is ranked No. 15 on the killer list, and Hei Ze, who is ranked No. 14 behind him, is known as the Black and White Shuangsha.

That is, the person who once ambushed Yanli in Linyuan City and injured Shi Nianchu.

"Black and white evil spirits." Shi Nianchu read out these four words calmly, with a slight luster in his watery eyes and a slight curve on his red lips.

She is in a good mood.

Seeing Shi Nianchu's expression, Bai Qiu became interested, "Why is Miss Gong not as delicate as before?"

Shi Nianchu did not answer his question directly, but pulled back his dagger and said casually: "You dare to come out to take over the mission before your injury is healed?"

I saw both Bai Qiu and Hei Ping changing their expressions.

They were severely injured by Yanli a month ago, and they have not recovered yet. It is impossible to support idlers after falling into prison. Even if they are injured, they must come out to take over the mission.

Otherwise, it will be easy to be replaced by peers.

But how did she know?

Oh, that's right, she is from Yanli.

"Even if you're injured, it's enough to deal with you." The two looked at each other, decided not to talk nonsense, and swung their weapons to prepare to attack.

"Wait a minute." A black token appeared in Shi Nianchu's hand at some point. It was edged with dark lines and the skull pattern in the middle was particularly conspicuous.

On the back is a big word "Zun".

Everyone who has fallen into prison knows that this is the highest decision-making authority of their organization, controlled by the leader Death.

The moment they saw the token, their eyes widened and their pupils shrank sharply, their breathing became rapid, and a sense of suffocation penetrated their hearts and trembled throughout their bodies.

Without any hesitation, he knelt down and saluted respectfully, "See the leader!"

Seeing orders is like seeing the Lord.

Even if she is not the God of Death, they must treat her with respect.

Bai Qiu still looked at Shi Nianchu a few more times without giving up.

Such a delicate and petite girl, so delicate and delicate that she seems to fall over at the slightest breeze. How could she be the God of Death who has dominated the world of killers for several years?

How could their leader be so young?

"Are you the daughter of the God of Death?"

"What do you think?" Shi Nianchu looked at them condescendingly, raising his wrist slightly, and the silver silk sheng silently wrapped around their necks.

The cold murderous intent seeped into the bone marrow along with the cool thread, as if responding to the call of death, harvesting from the god of hell.

"Leader, please forgive me. I know my mistake." Bai Zhuan apologized in panic, but there was a surly and crazy smile on his lips.

This is their master, the undefeated myth in the world of killers, the God of Death who is terrifying just by mentioning it, now standing in front of them.