Chapter 803: Who Should Pay for Their Lives!

The lights in the room shone clearly in every corner, and the air was filled with the aroma of boiling tea, but it clearly revealed a chilling and murderous atmosphere.

This murderous aura came from Tina, and it also came from the knife in her hand!

She knew she had been deceived. She also knew that the reason why she appeared here was all because of the conspiracy of this seemingly loving old man in front of her!

It was he who used the deposit as bait to introduce himself to the Holy See. It was he who told himself that he would not pay the final payment, regardless of whether the mission was successful or not!

However, for Tina, is this a conspiracy, will she receive the final payment, or not?

Unimportant!

Her appearance tonight is not for money, and not for fame.

Just for him!

"I smell murderous intent." Soros slowly put down the teacup, and a meaningful smile spread across his slightly aged face, which made people feel endlessly uneasy.

Buzzing!

Tina still didn't say anything, she just clenched the knife in her hand. Murderous knives!

She has killed countless people in her life, and she has long been accustomed to a fresh life dying in front of her eyes. She didn't care how many more people would die in this world, even if it was because of her. All she cared about was whether he was still alive. Live happily and happily.

That's the only reason she's here!

A trace of murder emanated from her knife, from her eyes, from every cell in her body. Fill the audience and sweep Soros!

If it weren't for Hussein's master standing in front of Tina, and if it weren't for the cardinal leader who was rampant in the Holy See, he would have been shocked by Tina's murderous intent. Even if you don't shout for help, you will definitely be frightened by the knife in Tina's hand.

But he didn't. In addition to a calm smile on his face. In the eyes as deep as the bottom of the pool, there is also an unfathomable light. It doesn't match his old and rickety appearance.

"As the most famous and powerful female killer in the world, the second generation of queens. It's a real privilege to be able to speak with you face-to-face today. Soros bent down slightly and lifted the hot teapot. Then, in front of Tina, who was holding the blade in his hand, he slowly poured a cup of hot tea and raised his eyes to taste. "Would you like a drink?"

"I want your life!"

A low, hoarse voice burst out of Tina's throat.

In an instant, the cold light suddenly rose, and the knife was like a dazzling laser, densely covering every corner of the room.

Tina moved.

After a long period of pranayama and momentum, her wrist swayed slightly, and the blood-glittering blade in her palm rose suddenly. Like a vicious poisonous snake, it slashed at Soros's door without reservation!

The knife was fast and urgent, and Tina's figure was like a phantom, and as soon as her voice fell, her figure bounced to Soros in an instant. There is not a single step left!

The knife rises, the knife falls.

In an instant, Tina completed her first attack after the meeting.

It can be called perfect, a knife that engulfs the withering and decaying momentum!

But—

But this knife missed!

A knife full of energy, only to complete a beautiful arc in the air. But it didn't hurt Soros in the slightest!

"What a quick knife." Soros smiled and praised sincerely.

When Tina shortened the distance between the two and took a step away, Soros just slid back slightly. As if without the help of any external force, his shirt moved back without moving. Precisely enough to avoid Tina's incomparably sharp slash.

"Maybe Hussein's sword may not be faster than your sword." Sophia was still holding the cup of tea in her hand, but a trace of regret appeared between her eyebrows without warning. "It's just a pity that this will be a suspense that will never have an answer."

Tina was not discouraged.

Having survived countless vicious battles of life and death, her heart is like a rock, and no one can shake it. Even if Soros behaved so calmly and calmly in the face of his sharp knife, it still couldn't have any psychological impact on Tina.

On the contrary, the stronger her fighting intent became, and the killing intent was rampant!

Sou!

Tina's body seemed to be equipped with a powerful spring, and when she saw her toes gently touch the ground, her slender and straight body was like a peerless sword unsheathed, wrapped in wind and thunder, and swooped up with the power of devastating decay.

A knife failed.

She slashed a second time.

If the second knife does not kill the target. Then slash the third one!

Her current reputation is cut by knife after knife! Her perfect record, the second ranking in the world, also relied on the knife in her hand, the sharp knife, and the knife to kill!

She was never afraid of the strong, nor did she have the slightest sense of awe. She lowered her head, only to see corpses all over the ground. She looked up at the sky, and there were no gods and Buddhas in the sky.

She doesn't believe in Buddhism, she doesn't have faith, she only believes in the knife in her hand, the blood-stained knife!

Sonor!

She wielded the Blade of Ice and slashed Soros with all her might with the simplest and most aggressive of attacks. Although it did not hurt the bishop in the slightest, it smashed the fragrant tea in Soros's hand with a knife.

The warm tea overflowed, soaking the soft carpet and wetting the new clothes he had only put on tonight.

The knife was precise enough to cut between his index finger and thumb. He shattered the teacup, but cut his fingers that he couldn't part.

Fine beads of blood oozed from the fingertips. Red and glaring.

Homicide.

Seeing blood is the first step.

She has already completed the first step. The next step is to stab the knife in her hand into Soros's heart!

"You're really good."

Soros had lost the teacup between his fingers, and his bloodied fingers pressed lightly together. I don't know if I hate blood, or I don't want to dye the carpet he changed for less than half a year. His fingers pressed tighter and tighter, as if they wanted to return the overflowing fresh blood pressure and press it into the blood!

With the force of his fingers, his entire right arm, shoulder, and even neck, until it spread all over his body, were exerting force!

His breathing was no longer soothing, but powerful. Every exhalation seems to have absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and every exhalation seems to spew out all the dross in the body.

His eyes were no longer kind, but gradually became majestic and deep!

He is not a kind old man, he is a domineering and monstrous powerhouse, known as the respected teacher of Hussein, the strongest man in the West!

Who can imagine how earth-shattering and shocking it must be to be able to teach a peerless powerhouse like Hussein?

His originally calm and indifferent body gradually overflowed with a heavy momentum. His originally amiable face looked extremely majestic at this moment!

His eyes were like torches, and his slightly rickety body suddenly became erect. It's like a god, it's like it's like no other in the world!

His knife-like lips opened slightly, and his eyes were full of endless resentment, as if he wanted to drive the Holy See's throne, which was revered by all people, out of the holy place!

"But if my son dies in vain, who will pay for my life?"

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