Black Tiger's room was on the second floor. There was a doorway to the right of the lobby; beyond it was a suite with one living room and two bedrooms, roughly eighty square meters. It was neither particularly large nor particularly small.
"Go on. What is it?"
Black Tiger got straight to the point.
"I want you to work with me to kill Yang Bei!"
Zhou Ling suddenly said.
"Gasp—"
Black Tiger drew in a sharp breath, paused, and asked, "Why?"
"He deceived me. He has lots of women outside behind my back. I'm sick of him. Black Tiger, if you're willing to help me, I'll be yours."
After saying that, Zhou Ling stepped forward and tapped Black Tiger's chest with her finger. "I can even give myself to you right now."
Hearing that, Black Tiger took a deep breath. This happiness had come too suddenly, catching him completely off guard. Zhou Ling was a Divine Tiger Sect Earth-rank assassin—beautiful and highly skilled. Only one of the Ten Tiger Generals was worthy of her. He was reaching above his station.
He had never expected this beauty to take the initiative and confess her feelings to him.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Black Tiger's heart surged. If that was the case, he could risk everything for Zhou Ling.
"Of course. As long as you cooperate with me and take out Yang Bei, everything I have can be yours."
Zhou Ling said.
Black Tiger directly wrapped an arm around Zhou Ling's slender waist. Thrilled, he said, "All right."
With that, he picked her up, carried her into the room, impatiently placed her on the bed, and pressed himself over her.
Zhou Ling cooperated readily, and the two quickly reached their peak. But at that moment, a dagger suddenly stabbed into Black Tiger's