Gu Jiao suddenly became worried about Su Tingyan,
but Su Tingyan pressed his fingers against her shoulder and walked directly past her.
Gu Jiao could only watch from behind as he left the banquet hall.
The world outside was cold.
Su Tingyan knew that once she stepped outside, being alone would certainly be dangerous. She looked around the desolate garden.
As she walked, suddenly, someone charged out.
A knife flashed by her side.
She dodged quickly, eyeing the knife with its silvery gleam. Suddenly she remembered who this person must be,
Silver.
This organization was adept at using such weapons to kill unseen.
Of course, the main point was that they made no gunshot sounds, yet they were like a shadow following its host, quick to cause death.
This group rarely took action; An Muxin must have been desperate to spend so much money to hire these people.
Su Tingyan dodged for herself, but then she saw more people charging at her from behind.
One, two, three.
