"Move aside! My Lord has arrived!"
The Masked Man shouted loudly, ordering all the assassins in front to retreat. Then he turned around and let Mandarin walk ahead, while he followed behind Mandarin, appearing as a most loyal lackey.
However, his servile behavior was not seen as lowly (base/lowly) by the surrounding black-clad assassins.
In fact—
They were quite envious!
After all, being able to follow My Lord was an unparalleled honor.
It was just a pity that they were of humble status, merely ordinary black-clad assassins, and simply not qualified to always accompany My Lord.
At this moment, Mandarin, who had walked in front of the many black-clad assassins, also saw the enemy blocking his subordinates.
It was a man whose half-body was exposed.
He was standing at the stairwell leading to the 21st floor, with half of his body hidden above and half exposed.
What caught Mandarin's attention the most was a throwing knife spinning in the man's hand.
The throwing knife occasionally flashed a cold gleam in the darkness.
Just as Mandarin was sizing up the opponent, the throwing knife in the man's hand suddenly disappeared!
Clang!
A spark of Fire flashed.
The throwing knife actually appeared in front of Mandarin, its tip pointing directly at his brow.
What a pity!
This knife did not harm Mandarin.
Just as the throwing knife was about to touch him, a blue energy protected him, blocking the throwing knife.
"Not bad. If you surrender, I can take you in."
Mandarin glanced at the throwing knife on the ground, then said to Bullseye in a calm tone.
As if becoming his subordinate was a great honor for Bullseye.
But Bullseye just looked at him coldly, then a series of cold flashes shimmered in the darkness.
Not only throwing knives, but various throwable weapons, and even toothpicks, were thrown by Bullseye, all targeting Mandarin standing there!
A series of sparks erupted.
Mandarin stood there with his hands behind his back, letting Bullseye's attacks land in front of him, yet unable to advance an inch!
"｀〃 Does this mean you refuse?"
His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. As Bullseye noticed these eyes, for a fleeting moment he even felt an urge to kneel.
This frightened Bullseye, who quickly bit the tip of his tongue to regain his composure.
However, after regaining his composure, Bullseye found that his back was already soaked with sweat.
And the man who had been standing there had now disappeared!
Where?
Bullseye's gaze swept around.
But at that moment, a hand rested on his shoulder.
"This is your last chance. I usually don't give people a second chance."
Mandarin's voice rang in Bullseye's ear.
This instantly made all the hairs on his body stand on end. Almost instinctively, Bullseye lunged forward, simultaneously flinging a throwing knife behind him!
Clang!
The throwing knife was undoubtedly blocked by Mandarin.
His eyes held a hint of disappointment.
"What a pity."
He shook his head, then took a swift stride forward, moving much faster than Bullseye to appear before him.
A hand lightly pressed against Bullseye's chest.
Blue energy surged into Bullseye's body.
Boom!
Blue smoke dispersed.
Bullseye's body was instantly decomposed into countless microscopic particles invisible to the naked eye!
"My Lord's divine might!"
At this moment, the Masked Man suddenly shouted loudly.
Subsequently, the hundreds of black-clad assassins present also shouted "My Lord's divine might" in unison.
This commotion was heard not only by Kingpin and others on the 30th floor penthouse, but also clearly by Daredevil, who had just entered Fisk Tower.
My Lord?
Who is he referring to?
Daredevil wondered.
In the conference room on the 30th floor, Kingpin's expression was extremely grim.
The commotion downstairs gave him a bad feeling.
And his premonition seemed to have come true.
Next, without Bullseye's obstruction, the black-clad assassins once again pushed forward, quickly reaching the 30th floor. (Good Zhao's)
Outside the conference room, many gang members were gathered, all of them subordinates brought by various bosses.
At this moment, these people held weapons, their faces pale as they looked at the stairwell.
Just as they were nervously waiting for the enemy to rush up, they didn't see that on the ceiling directly above them, black-clad assassins were already climbing like geckos, coming to be above them.
Kill!
The next second—
Hundreds of black-clad assassins descended, their cold broken blades slicing through fragile throats.
Blood splattered!
After a few gunshots, everything fell silent.
Only a group of gang members' corpses remained on site; none of the black-clad assassins were even injured.
The disparity in strength between the enemy and us was so vast!
At this moment, Mandarin also slowly stepped onto the 30th floor, and under the incredibly reverent gazes of a group of black-clad assassins, he walked step by step to the door of the conference room.
Behind him, the Masked Man stepped forward and pushed open the large door.
The heavy solid wood door seemed as light as nothing in the Masked Man's hands.
Clearly;
He was no ordinary person either!
And as the solid wood door was pushed open, the various gang bosses in the conference room also saw the appearance of the intruder.
Unexpectedly, the other party looked quite refined and scholarly.
In contrast;
These people, on the other hand, appeared much more ferocious.
Yet, it was this refined-looking man, standing at the conference room door, whom few dared to meet his gaze with courage.
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