Outside the banquet hall, on the top floor of the business building.

A small group of people was crouching on the top floor.

In front of a man was a long sniper rifle, and the man was lying on the ground, his eyes fixed on the scope, one hand on the trigger, ready to press down at any moment.

There was also a man squatting beside him, who was holding a telescope and observing the situation in the banquet hall.

The man raised his hand, gently pushed the communicator hanging in his ear, and said quickly in a low voice: "Boss, according to the plan, the lights in the hall have been destroyed, and the canine teeth have been fished out!"

"Immediately—"

The man lying in front of the sniper suddenly spoke: "The situation has changed. ”

His voice was hoarse, but he spoke very quickly: "Someone stepped in to stop the dogtooth. ”

"The canine tooth was injured by the man and started to go berserk!"

He stared at the sniper scope, his fingertips pressed on the trigger, and he was almost a point away, but he was so shocked by the situation in the hall that he stopped moving.

"That man is strong!

The man pressed the communicator in his ear and whispered, "Boss! Dogtooth fled upstairs! Out of sniper range!"

A response rang out from the other end of the communicator, which had been quiet.

The voice of the speaker was elegant and gentle, the fairy was steady, with a little reassuring power: "I know." ”

The man calmly said, "I'll stop him." ”

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The hairpin was nailed straight to the man's shoulder!

Blood poured out of his shoulder, his expression distorted instantly, his arm hung limply, and the other hand that held the guest loosened.

Shao Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

She was about to rush over when she saw the man suddenly let go of his hand, pulled out the hairpin on his shoulder, and raised his hand to grab the chest of the guest in front of him, despite the blood gushing out!

Shao Qing's face changed suddenly, she pushed away Shao Ya, who was crying in front of her, took three or two steps and stepped forward, directly deceived herself in front of the man, raised her hand and slashed at his wrist!

The man's wrist suddenly folded in a strange arc.

But as if he didn't feel pain, he raised his hand, turned his head and grabbed Shaoqing's face.

His fingertips are extremely long, sharp and sharp.

Shaoqing took a step back, avoiding his movements, then raised his hand and slammed his fist into his injured shoulder.

The sound of cracking bones came out.

The man's face suddenly turned pale, he raised his head, glanced at Shao Qing with red eyes, and then suddenly turned his head, took his shoulder and opened the guest with the pestle on the side, and rushed away with his legs!

Shao Qing's pupils shrank slightly, lifted the hem of his skirt, and chased after him without hesitation.

The man fled as fast as he could, jumping through the crowd in three or two clicks, slamming into the emergency passage and rushing upstairs.

Shao Qing was wearing a dress, his movements were stumped by the hem of his skirt, and he was one step slower than the man.

The man rushed upstairs and raised his hand to open the emergency door to escape, but as soon as he raised his arm, a hand gently pressed against his chest, stopping him.

The tips of the fingers were slender and white, looking weak and noble. But it just grazed the man's chest, and the man fell to the ground with a thud.

A man walked around the corner.

Shao Qing frowned slightly and looked up.

She saw first the sleek jaw, then the beautifully shaped lips, and then up—

It was a silvery-white mask that covered most of the face.