416 Saint Envoy, Pu Wei
The subordinate glanced at the Sacred Envoy on the sofa not far away and gritted his teeth before walking up nervously.
However, before he could walk to the man’s side and say anything, the man said coldly, “What brings you here in such a rush? Didn’t I specially leave the instruction that no one can disturb us without my permission?”
When his subordinate heard this, he immediately knelt on the ground and lowered his head and shoulders. He held his right wrist with his left hand and clenched his right fist between his eyebrows. His eyes were closed as he apologized softly and respectfully, “Sacred Envoy, I know my mistake! However, this matter is indeed especially urgent. I thought that you might want to know immediately, so I rushed over to report it to you.”
This was a very strange and mysterious form of kneeling and saluting, like some kind of faith. All the assassins in the organization had this indescribable respect and reverence for the Saint Envoy.
The man raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look at him. He said calmly, “Then tell me. If I don’t think it’s that urgent, you can take the initiative to receive your punishment.”
His subordinate trembled and replied in a low voice, “Yes! Saint Envoy.”
He swallowed his saliva and tried to ease his nervousness and fear. No matter how long he had been the Saint’s subordinate, he still couldn’t overcome his fear of the Saint. “Our comrades from the intelligence department just received an urgent report from B City. We lost contact with all the assassins you sent to hunt down the defector Saint when they were carrying out their mission!”
As the subordinate spoke, his lips trembled nervously. He continued in a trembling voice, “I guess that their mission failed and they were killed by the target!”
After reporting this matter, the shooting practice room instantly fell silent. Su Yan ran out of bullets again. In the dead silence, Su Yan felt an unknown fatal danger!
In the next second, the sound of the wine glass shattering on the ground shocked everyone present. The two beautiful servants standing behind Pu Wei fell to the ground, and in that instant, only Su Yan remained standing.
“Your guess?” Pu Wei stood up and walked to his subordinate who was kneeling on the ground.
He reached out and grabbed his subordinate’s neck, his malicious eyes filled with danger. “You dare to report to me just because you made a guess? Get over there and investigate clearly! Did Yuan do it, or was it her lover? My twenty-odd elite assassins can’t disappear for no reason. This is a slap to our Sky Splitter organization! Do you understand? Get lost!”
As Pu Wei spoke, he raised his hand and tossed the subordinate away, his cold eyes flashing with an unknown dark glint.
The subordinate who had fallen to the ground didn’t dare to say anything else, nor did he dare to reach out to touch his burning throat. He nodded like a chick pecking on grains and stood up unsteadily. He rushed out of the training room, as though he was escaping from an evil spirit.
Su Yan couldn’t help but tremble. She slowed down her breathing and looked at Pu Wei.
The black shirt on Park Wei’s body outlined his figure very well. If this man wasn’t so temperamental, fierce, and ruthless, he should actually be a very charming man!
A man who was very similar to Park Wei flashed across Su Yan’s mind. He was the head of the underworld family in B City, Huo Qi.
There was an indescribable similar temperament on these two men. They were also muscular, superior, and powerful. If it weren’t for Park Wei being too neurotic and perverted, the two of them could actually be more similar!
Sensing Su Yan’s gaze on him, Pu Wei walked towards her.
His devilish face was filled with confusion and ruthlessness. He said to Su Yan, “Did you hear that? Do you think Su Qing or Huo Qi did this? Or is it a joint operation by the two of them? Guess how much Su Qing can find out about us?”
Su Yan’s lips were dry. She subconsciously licked them lightly and shook her head slowly under Pu Wei’s scrutinizing gaze. “I don’t know.”
When Pu Wei heard this, he frowned, as though he was muttering to himself or echoing Su Yan’s words. “You don’t know? Then how do you think the two of them will deal with the people who died?”