Peerless War God in City

Zhao Muxue had been waiting for news of the killers ever since they set off.    

However, those people were like stones that had sunk into the sea.    

Not a ripple.    

After they left, there was no news of them at all.    

It was as if the people she sent out didn't exist.    

"Miss!"    

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man walked over.    

"What's going on? Why hasn't there been any news yet?!"    

Zhao Muxue's beautiful face carried an endless chill.    

When the person heard this, his body couldn't help but tremble.    

He took a deep breath and said, "Because they are all dead. None of them came back!"    

"Mission failed!"    

"Failure?"    

"So many people, to be able to tie up a woman, and yet they have actually failed!"    

Zhao Muxue heard this.    

She quickly turned around, her delicate face covered in frost.    

At the same time, the red wine cup in her hand smashed onto that person's head.    

The wine cup instantly exploded.    

The bright red wine, mixed with the blood, slowly fell down from the man's face, leaving a bewitching scar.    

The intense pain reached his nerves, but the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground did not dare to complain.    

He didn't dare to act rashly.    

He just lowered his head and quietly kneeled there.    

"Miss, I was careless this time. I didn't investigate properly. I really didn't expect that Lin Shilu would have someone protecting her."    

"Please go around me this time!"    

The middle-aged man deeply lowered his head. Due to the fear and pain, his face was quickly covered in sweat.    

Zhao Muxue heard this.    

He chuckled.    

After that, she slowly squatted down, revealing a large area of snow-white skin around her chest.    

She raised the middle-aged man's chin with her jade-like hand and said with a smile, "Your negligence caused me to lose a few assassins who spent a lot of money to train. Do you know?"    

That person didn't even dare to look at Zhao Muxue.    

He lowered his head and tremblingly said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Please forgive me!"    

Zhao Muxue slowly got up, walked to the sofa and got into it. Her beautiful figure was fully revealed in the thin gauze dress.    

She poured herself another glass of red wine.    

After taking a sip, he said coldly, "What I want is Lin Shilu. I'll give you another chance, bring Lin Shilu back!"    

With that, Zhao Muxue walked to the side of the middle-aged man.    

Then, she placed the undrunk red wine in front of him. Her red lips were still imprinted on the wine cup.    

When the middle-aged man saw this, he trembled in fear as he caught it and gulped it down.    

"Thank you, Miss, for the wine. This time, I will definitely bring Lin Shilu back!"    

The middle-aged man returned the wine cup to Zhao Muxue, bowed his head and said loudly.    

"Scram!"    

"This is your last chance. If you can't bring Lin Shilu back, you won't have to come back!"    

Zhao Muxue stretched lazily and gently threw away the wine cup in her hand. After drawing a perfect curve on the balcony, she landed on the grass.    

Her words were very soft.    

However, there was a trace of coldness on that beautiful face that was as cold as snow.    

One could imagine.    

This time.    

If the middle-aged man failed once again, there would only be one outcome for him:    

It was a dead end. There was no other choice!