Chapter 162 The High Priest Is Here
As Anna had anticipated, after hanging up the phone, Hannah swept everything off the table in a fit of
rage.
Crash!
the cosmetics and expensive jewelry were scattered across the floor.
The hairstylist, startled by Hannah’s sudden outburst, accidentally tugged her hair.
“Ahh!” Hannah yelped while clutching her head. Before anyone could react, she stood up and slapped the hairstylist hard across the face.
“Clumsy fooll”
The hairstylist was knocked to the ground by the force. Hannah stomped on her with her high heels to vent her anger.
“Ahh. Ms. Hannah, I’m sorry! Ms. Hannah.
The hairstylist’s painful cries echoed in the dressing room. The other staff and assistants were terrified and they dared not intervene. They held their breath and trembled as they stepped back.
They knew that Hannah was vicious and ruthless. Misfortune would land on their family if they made her
angry.
Hannah finally snapped out of it when the hairstylist was bleeding profusely. However, Hannah felt no fear seeing that. A sick satisfaction flickered in her eyes instead.
She picked up a wet wipe and meticulously wiped her fingers before tossing it on the floor.
Then, she looked up at the people huddled in the corner. “Why are you guys spacing out? Call an ambulance.”“
“Got – got it.” One of her male assistants quickly pulled out his phone to make the call.
Hannah snorted and looked in the mirror with a vicious glare. Through gritted teeth, she spat out, “Milly Burnett…
Elsewhere, in a dark, musty basement storage room lit by a single dim yellow bulb, Leon was cleaning his gun meticulously.
A man with blonde curls was sitting next to him. His hair was tied up and his devilish features were accentuated by the dim light and the smoke from his cigarette dangling from his lips.
“Leon, is that fool here?” His voice was husky, likely from years of smoking, but it was still pleasant to the
cars.
Leon loaded bullets into his gun.
“Don’t call him that in front of him, or he’ll flip out.”
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King smirked and put out his cigarette on the ground. “He couldn’t even reach my knees even if he jumped at me.”
Leon raised an eyebrow. Although Oliver wasn’t very tall, he still stood at five feet eight. He wasn’t exactly short.
Tve informed him. He’ll be here later. His close combat skills aren’t great; having him here now would be risky for us. He’ll be here to back us up later.”
King nodded. “Makes sense.
In the Ghost Sect, the three of them always worked together.
King excelled at long–range sniping, Leon was a close–combat expert, and Oliver, despite his carefree demeanor, was brilliant at cleaning up the mess. He could easily retrieve surveillance footage and erase all traces of their presence.
Together, they were unbeatable. They needed each other in every mission.
King impatiently checked his watch and frowned as he asked, “When do we start? Do we really have to hide in this dump? I’m going to puke if we stay here any longer. I even wore my award–winning outfit to meet you, and now it’s reeking.”
Leon pursed his lips and said, “Soon, be patient. Moving out now could alert them.”
“D*mn!” King slumped back on his stool.
He wanted to scroll his phone to pass the time but there wasn’t any signal in this forsaken place.
He was getting more irritated.
“The rich are ridiculous. What’s the point of holding an auction in such secrecy? Do they even dare to use the test subjects? Stupid fools.”
The living test subjects were emotionless, fearless, and lethal.
But correspondingly, they were also time–ticking bombs. If trained correctly, they would be loyal for life.
However, you would become their prey if you can’t control them.
So far, there weren’t any weaknesses that had been discovered in the test subjects. Not everyone could control them.
Suddenly, Leon’s ears twitched. “Someone’s coming”
King sat up straight, drawing a pistol from his boot.
He wondered why someone was there.
The footsteps didn’t sound like those of an ordinary person. The person sounded like they had practiced
martial arts.
This mission wasn’t carried out under the Ghost Sect. Only the three of them knew about it, and there was no way the information had leaked.
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He wondered if other branches of the Ghost Sect had heard about their mission.
If so, things could get complicated.
The footsteps got nearer.
It was weird. The person seemed to be aware of their presence but he wasn’t bothered by them.
King exchanged a glance with Leon.
It’s someone powerful.
The old wooden door creaked as it opened.
King’s finger tightened on the trigger as his eyes were fixed on the doorway. He would shoot the intruder once they stepped inside the room.
Leon, on the other side, was equally alert, waiting for the intruder to step into his line of fire.
The next second, someone dressed in a white–robed came in, and the surrounding air turned chilly. The snake on his hand was hissing menacingly.
