Can an Orphanage Adopt a Ginseng Baby?

The facts proved that there really was no third assassin.

After hearing about the female ninja's method of hiding, Old Fourth led the security team in a thorough search, but found nothing.

Seeing that the assassination had failed, the long-haired assassin retracted her hair into her head, then turned her head into a sea urchin.

As for Da Xiang, the deputy captain of the security team, the female ninja had chopped him into hundreds of pieces. Even with his ability to separate his limbs, he was dead beyond doubt.

The casualties among the ordinary security guards and the damage to the Bathhouse buildings were even more countless. Just repairing that unfolded ceiling alone would cost no less than six figures.

After Yuan Bao'er came out of the safe room and heard the news, her face turned as black as her bandages from anger. Liu Zheng was afraid she might pass out from sheer rage.

It could be said that Blissful Bathhouse had been put through the wringer. Even if it had not suffered crippling damage, it had certainly been left thoroughly disgraced.

And with so many guests at the Bathhouse, there was no way to suppress the news even if they wanted to. By now, the entire Bathhouse Street probably knew what had happened.

If Blissful Bathhouse could not restore its reputation, the trouble ahead would only increase.

"Damn, that long-haired bitch died too decisively. We couldn't even interrogate her for information."

Old Fourth sat in Secretary Li's chair and sighed.

Although her desk had been smashed, the office chair was still intact.

Metropolis had plenty of abilities and techniques capable of extracting memories from brain tissue or souls.

But given the sheer scale of Metropolis, unless it was a giant organization like City Hall, or somewhere professionally suited to