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Unfortunately, although Jiang Xia wanted this wonderful time to last a little longer, the other person here was clearly in a mood entirely opposite to his.
The very next second after taking in his surroundings, Gin suddenly raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger, looking ready to seize the initiative—capture someone first, then slowly ask about the situation.
Bang— A gunshot brimming with Killing Intent rang out.
But what flew from the muzzle at high speed was not a Bullet, but a plain white flower.
Like a white flag, the flower shot toward Jiang Xia, then suddenly bloomed before hitting him. It drifted down like a Parachute, landing precisely in his outstretched hand.
"Did you bring your own funeral flowers in advance?" The young man behind the desk praised him in a tone that said, You know what's good for you. "If you fail to clear the game and unfortunately die, we'll honor your wishes and decorate your tombstone with it."
"..." Gin stared at his gun, which was randomly spitting things out, as though it were useless trash. His face turned livid, and his Killing Intent surged even stronger.
He suddenly hurled the gun across the desk like a concealed weapon, then kicked off the ground and lunged forward like a hawk, rapidly closing the distance as he prepared to attack.
But before he could step onto the desk and kick the pretentious fellow in the boss's chair over along with the chair, two figures silently descended from above his head.
—The two women seemed to pass straight through the ceiling. One on each side, relying on enhanced muscles and reflexes, as well as the unexpectedness of people falling from the sky—something Gin had never anticipated—they descended and firmly pinned the black-clad assassin in front of the