C659 Yue ye you weakling

Fu Qingruan walked over and removed the mask on one of the assassins. It was a man with ordinary facial features around thirty years of age, if one didn't ignore the sinister aura emanating from his body. His acupuncture points had been ignited, and his eyes were filled with the coldness unique to Death Soldiers.

Fu Qingruan laughed, then suddenly she punched him hard enough to break his teeth