575: Chapter 575 Assassination (7) 575: Chapter 575 Assassination (7) A dragon has its reverse scale, cross it and face its wrath!
An Yiqing’s raging fury, long hidden within her heart, was now fully ignited!
Ignoring the assassins bound hand and foot on the ground, An Yiqing first had the Twelve Blood Generals and the Gu Family Iron Guards split up to install new bulletproof glass in the An Family Villa.
She herself, carrying a dicine box, sat in the living room to tend to the An Family mbers one by one, treating their injuries.
Even Xiao Hei and Old Jin, those two critters, sustained minor scrapes.
The assassins lying on the ground, still gasping for air, were utterly ignored by everyone.
However, as the Gu Family Iron Guards and the Twelve Blood Generals were moving the glass, they would “accidentally” step on the several mounds of excrent on the ground, resulting in several piercing screams.
After all was settled, the battled An Family mbers couldn’t hang on and one by one returned to their rooms to rest.
An Yiqing, sowhat fearful, had the Twelve Blood Generals stand guard at the door of Old Master An and the others’ rooms.
Gu Yelin then ordered the Gu Family Iron Guards to station themselves outside the An Family Villa, absolutely not letting any slightest movent go unnoticed!
Once all the An Family mbers had drifted into deep slumber, An Yiqing’s little face darkened, her already pretty features now chilly, her cold eyes intently staring down at the assassins on the floor.
Their jaws had been thoroughly removed by the Twelve Blood Generals and the Gu Family Iron Guards, rendering any thoughts of swallowing poison to commit suicide a sheer fantasy.
At this mont, they couldn’t even die if they wanted to.
Martial cultivators didn’t have the sa tricks as the cultivators in novels; they couldn’t self-destruct or sever their own ridians to die instantly.
They could only watch helplessly as they beca lambs to the slaughter.
Gu Yelin, deeply in sync with An Yiqing’s intentions, naturally understood what his treasure ant.
Bending down, he tied the assassins’ ropes together, then dragged them by their bonds to the stairwell.
Despite their wailing protests, he ruthlessly dragged them down the hard stairs and into the basent.
An Yiqing swiftly put on rubber gloves pulled from Ancient Space, then bent down to pry open the assassins’ mouths, rudely extracting the poison from the molars at the back of their mouths.
Imdiately following were several “snap” sounds, as she rcilessly reattached their jaws with no hint of rcy.
“Speak, which organization do you belong to?
Who hired you?
Did your boss eat the guts of a leopard and not afraid of offending Xuanjin?” An Yiqing coldly sat on a chair, not waiting for the assassins to recover, and shot out a string of questions.
The assassins exchanged glances, glowering at An Yiqing, and clamped their mouths shut, refusing to speak.
“Not talking?
Very good!” An Yiqing nodded in approval, stood up and gave Gu Yelin a look, “You don’t want to talk, I’m not fond of asking.
When you go to the Naihe Bridge to drink the Oblivion Soup, make sure you rember to answer every question in your next life!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Yelin moved in a flash, grabbing the head of one assassin—”crack,” breaking it off!
The other assassins watched An Yiqing and Gu Yelin in terror, nearly losing their minds.
Wasn’t the normal procedure supposed to be them refusing to talk, the other side then resorting to interrogation, harsh torture, them stubbornly keeping quiet, and in the end, either escaping or being killed?
Why didn’t these two play by the rules?
As if discerning their confusion, An Yiqing let out a cold laugh, looking over them coolly: “I have never liked trouble.
If you don’t want to speak, then never speak again.”
“You, you don’t want to know about our organization?
You don’t want to know who hired us to assassinate the An Family?” one assassin asked in terror, looking at An Yiqing as if she were a monster.
An Yiqing let out a cold laugh, speaking carelessly, “No need to trouble yourselves.
I’ve always disliked being threatened.
I have my own ways to find out these things, and since you don’t want to talk, of course, I’ll fulfill your wish.”
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