The assassin in white looked at Mo Qiong's flying sword pierced the axe surface in horror, and pierced his heart with constant speed.

"How is it possible..."

The assassin in white couldn't figure out how this sword would have such great power, but he knew that he would die and smashed the broken one-handed axe hard, trying to replace Mo Qiong.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong had already taken out his gun and was slamming like a storm!

With a bang, the bullet drove half of the one-handed axe in the air.

The white-clothed assassin's pupils shrank, this spear...

"You killed the forty brothers in the hall?" The white-clothed assassin had lost his strength, and he staggered and leaned on a tree behind him, slowly sliding down.

"It's me." Mo Qiong admitted.

"Gamma? Forget it, it doesn't matter." The white-clothed assassin had seen the corpses in the bedroom, four of whom were all shot to death.

Although most of them are just a subtitle, the white-clothed assassins are real masters and are killed by real money.

No wonder I couldn't capture it for a long time and was killed by him...

In the last moment, the assassin in white looked at the few black dots flying in the sky, which were his love eagle.

He slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, Mo Qiong suddenly asked, "What does fishing mean?"

The assassin who was about to die suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Mo Qiong, and suddenly showed a mysterious smile. The smile was as strange and inexplicable as the previous black-clad assassin.

"You will know when you think about this problem."

"Eh?" Mo Qiong frowned. He said this again. The man answered him before.

There must be some mystery in this!

But after the assassin in white finished saying this, his last strength had passed and he died silently under the tree.

After seeing him die, Mo Quan was confused.

“What does fishing mean?”

He felt that something must be strange, and there must be a huge conspiracy hidden here.

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Chapter completed!