Clos stared at the rice ball the man held out to her, then looked at his dirty fingers. She took a deep breath, "To conserve water, your hands have suffered a lot~"

"..."

Motojiro Miyamoto withdrew the rice ball, looking at his own hands, "Are you saying I'm dirty?"

"emm~"

Clos nodded, "Yes."

"Then I have to make you eat it today."

Motojiro Miyamoto showed a sleazy smile, raising his left hand ready to pinch the woman's mouth.

At this moment, he stopped his movement, opened his light screen to look at a private message, then took a few steps back and turned his back to the woman.

[Cut off one of that woman's fingers and send it over. You must watch her closely, absolutely can't let her escape. Also, don't let her commit suicide.]

[Yes!]

Motojiro Miyamoto replied to the message, stuffed the rice ball into his own mouth, and at the same time drew a dagger, walked towards the woman, "It seems that your people are not cooperating, so, I need to cut one of your fingers. Don't worry, my knife skills are very good, seven or eight cuts and it'll be off."

"Umm~"

Upon hearing this, Clos showed no fear. She was a bit puzzled why the other side would want to cut off her finger. Had her boss not yet returned home? Did he not know about her abduction?

If he knew, this kind of thing definitely wouldn't happen.

"Why are you not talking anymore? I still want to hear how you'd make fun of me~"

Motojiro Miyamoto moved behind the woman, saying in her ear, "Beg me, and I'll cut it off with one stroke. Otherwise, I really will cut seven or eight times."

Bang!

Clos suddenly jerked her head back, smashing Miyamoto Jiro's nose. He recoiled in pain, furious.

"Haha~ Miyamoto, how could you be so careless?"

"That must have really hurt, right?"

"Haha~"

Those around laughed mockingly.

Motojiro Miyamoto, covering his bleeding nose, walked in front of the woman, and said angrily, "Today, you're going to pay the price!"

"Forget it, you can't do it~"

Clos activated her skill.

"…"

Miyamoto Jiro stared blankly as the vines wrapped around the woman withered, snapped, and crumbled away!

She watched as the woman stood up and disappeared like a ghost right in front of him. Next, he felt his left brain get smashed heavily! His whole body flew out sideways.

"!!"

The people around were stunned at first, then they drew their weapons and rushed towards the woman, who had turned into a wisp of black smoke.

Clos cast the "Dance of Death", then she drew a sickle that exuded an intense black color, the moment the sickle was in her hand, her gentle face, as if possessed by the grim reaper, became cold and indifferent!

"Grim Reaper's Descent"She advanced, charging into the crowd, and began to harvest!

Swish~

A man's palms had just ignited flames, but he was quickly silenced by her sickle cutting his throat. The shadow moved on, severing the neck of the man who was about to activate his psionic shield.

"Die!"

A man swung his twin blades in a vertical strike but hit nothing. The shadow was now behind him, and he felt a cool sensation on the back of his neck... He kneeled on the ground, holding his bleeding neck with both hands.

Swish! Swish!!

Clos stopped, holding her sickle at an angle as she walked towards Motojiro Miyamoto who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, retreating, his face filled with terror.

"don't kill me! As long as you don't kill me, I'll take you out of here!"

"~"

Clos didn't stop her footsteps, continuing forward. Her beautiful face was twisted contrary to normal, revealing an evil smile as she swung the scythe. "My technique is great, I can cut legs very quickly~"

"Ah~ Devil! You're a devil!"

"Thank you for your compliment, I'm very pleased~"

Clos lifted the man's leg, and swung her sickle, Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!

"Ah!!"

Miyamoto Jiro shrieked painfully. Chopping one leg four times still didn't cut it off. Didn't you say your technique was quick?

Liar!!

Clos swung the blade again. "Sorry, my technique is great, but this scythe...is a bit dull~"

"..."

Motojiro Miyamoto was desperate!

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Swish!

At this moment, a man burst into the room, his twin blades swiftly cutting toward the shadowy woman, who immediately dodged to the side.

The man withdrew his blades to either side of his body, looking up at the woman without paying any mind to Motojiro Miyamoto who lay on the ground wailing. The man, however, was ecstatically laughing: "Is it the Twin Blades, George Minatsu? It is, it must be you, so the person who Lord Heng Ichizo said was secretly guarding here was you, that's great! Kill this woman! Kill her!"

"Tsk~ A piece of trash, don't yell my name~"

George Minatsu charged forward with his blades. Mid-charge, his figure split into two, aiming to strike the woman.

Clos' icy face was devoid of any emotion as she rushed to meet him.

Clang!!

The twin blades clashed with the sickle, and the other shadow attacked with its blades. Clos evaded, but still, a small wound was carved on her neck.

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George Minatsu laughed lightly, "I thought you were quite formidable, but this is all you've got~"

Suddenly!

The room, lit by a bonfire, became as dark as ink, and he felt as if he was soaked in ink.

Clos cast "Death's Night""Quite interesting~"

George Minatsu leaped backward, thinking to himself that this was merely her psionic range, and by jumping out of it, she could do nothing to him.

He kept retreating!

Why is it still so dark?

He continued to retreat!

Huh?

Could it be that her psionic ability, the Black Night, moved with her?

"!!"

At this moment, the black night suddenly dispersed, and the light returned.

He saw that woman standing in front of him, and her originally blue eyes had turned as black as the night!

Clos cast "Grim Reaper's Stare"

George Minatsu found that he couldn't move at all, and couldn't release any skills!

Swish!

Clos swung her sickle and cut open the man's throat in front of her.

"!!!"

Motojiro Miyamoto, who had already hidden in the corner of the wall, was shivering!

This woman was a real demon!

Thud~

Clos, kneeling on one knee with her sickle, had eyes as dark as night... which faded and turned back to their original blue. The lights in her eyes dimmed, and her physical and mental energy was completely drained.

"What's the matter? Out of strength?"

At this time, a tall figure appeared before her, holding a katana.

"Michitaka Doumei!!"

Motojiro Miyamoto, from the corner of the wall, saw the newcomer and felt hope rekindle. This... this was a mysterious figure comparable to the Eight Generals. So, he was also one of the secretly deployed guards!

He was saved!

"Woman~"

Michitaka Doumei looked at the woman with his katana across his body and chuckled, "Out of strength, huh? It seems I've come across a great bargain~"

Whoosh!

A cold gleam pierced Michitaka Doumei's neck, a sharp spearhead.

Swish! The spear was pulled out.

"Ugh~ Ah~ Ha~ Ugh~"

Michitaka Doumei held his neck with both hands, turned around, and stared. He saw a man dressed in black standing behind him, then he collapsed to the ground, letting his blood gush out.

"!!!"

Seeing everything before his eyes, Motojiro Miyamoto pressed himself against the wall and closed his eyes.

There's no rescue again~

Clos got up, rushed towards the man who was smiling at her, threw herself into his arms, and sobbed, "Boss~"

"..."

ming stood still, touched the woman's head, and gently said, "There there, it's okay~"