Ruan Anlan took half a step back. Although his hands were not restrained this time, Ruan Anlan still felt uncomfortable.
She asked: "What do you want to do when you brought me here?"
The man smiled: "Of course I invite you to be my guest."
Tilting his head, the man pointed at the scantily clad foreign woman standing on the roadside and the burly man next to her with his upper body exposed.
She said with a half-smile: "Miss, have you seen this? If you don't obey me in this place, this is what you will end up with."
As soon as the words fell, the foreign woman was pulled by the scalp by the man and dragged into the alley next to her.
Ruan Anlan could no longer see the next scene, but the woman's wails and pleas for mercy penetrated her eardrums one after another.
Ruan Anlan frowned and looked at the man in front of her coldly, "Are you also sent by Zhou Tinglan?"
But it's not like that.
Sure enough, the green eyes frowned, then relaxed quickly, "I suggest you don't say too many words, because it's useless here."
He looked back at the "mercenary group" behind him and said with a mocking expression: "They are different from the previous group of trash."
Of course Ruan Anlan knew that these people were different. From the first glance, they could be trained quickly.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken out what was in her pocket until now, because she also knew that it might not be effective.
Don't reveal your trump cards easily unless absolutely necessary.
"Pierre, why are you talking so much nonsense to her?"
At this time, a tall man with a sword on his waist and a deep scar on his face walked out of the crowd.
Wearing heavy military boots, he walked over and stared at Ruan Anlan, but he said to his green eyes: "Have you forgotten our purpose today?"
Scar winked, and his green eyes immediately understood.
"I advise you not to waste your efforts." Green eyes shook his head sarcastically, his gaze falling on Ruan An's blue coat pocket.
"Rather than expecting others to come and save you, it's better to pray that your death won't be so ugly."
After saying this, the man took out the scalpel from his leather jacket. The blade was extremely sharp, but the blade was narrow and small, and it even looked a bit like a toy.
However, Ruan Anlan knew that it was definitely not a toy.
At the same time, something flashed through her mind quickly.
Green eyes, black leather jacket, scalpel...
Could it be that this person is the legendary ghost-faced doctor Pierre who is fifth on the killer list!
Ruan Anlan took a deep breath.
Legend has it that Pierre killed without blinking an eye, and his methods were extremely cruel and ruthless. He was one of the most famous killers on the list.
Who on earth hates her so much that she hired such a professional mercenary team?
As soon as Pierre finished speaking, Scar stepped forward and pushed Ruan Anlan, then took out a mobile phone from her clothes.
However, in front of Ruan Anlan, he fell to the ground and was crushed to pieces.
Ruan Anlan took a breath. She knew she was unable to resist, so she could only run away!
Ruan Anlan ran away. Although he knew that the possibility of escape was slim, what if it happened?
The moment he turned around, a wave of sarcastic laughter came from behind him.
Ruan Anlan ran forward bravely. She could smell the rotten smell in the sewers and the smell of hot weapons with a strong smell of gunpowder smoke.
There was a popping sound.
Hot blood flowed down Ruan Anlan's calf.
Ruan Anlan fell to the ground and covered her wound with a pale face.
Pierre blew on the mouth of the pipe and raised the corners of his mouth wickedly, "You're still running."
