Chapter 237: Coming and Going Without a Trace!

The doctor's hands trembled as he touched the hilt of the dagger plunged into Wu Junyan's chest. It was as if he had been electrocuted; he withdrew his hand and fell to his knees, beseeching for mercy, "Mr. Fujiwara, he ... he's been stabbed through the heart. There's no saving him!"

"Then I'll make sure you join him in death!"

Fujiwara Sato roared in anger, grabbed the doctor's hair, and with a fierce tug, the sound of ripping hair filled the air as the doctor's scalp was torn off.

Before the doctor could even scream, Fujiwara Sato grabbed his throat and squeezed tightly.

Crack!

The doctor's neck snapped, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Fujiwara Sato swept his gaze over everyone present and bellowed, "What does the assassin look like!"