As soon as Saint Roland woke up, she grasped Wang Dadong's hand nervously and said anxiously, "Sir, I might have been exposed. I came back just to tell you to be careful. Luolan can no longer help you. I have to leave now, otherwise, I'll drag you down with me."
As Saint Roland spoke, she was about to get off the bed.
Wang Dadong reached out to stop Saint Roland from getting off the bed and frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I let you face this alone."
Saint Roland shook her head, "Sir, I'm just a Level Three Assassin, far less prestigious than you. If Saint Roland dies, she dies, it shouldn't affect your mission."
At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door. Wang Dadong walked to the window and saw several cars had arrived at the entrance of the villa, and many people were getting out, surrounding the villa.
