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But after all, he is a security officer of the Metropolis, even though the wound looks terrifying, it didn't cause any fatal damage.
"Mr. Liu, what happened to you?"
A security guard recognized Liu Zheng, staring in disbelief as he asked.
Looking at Liu Zheng, wasn't he the one who got assassinated?
"Mind your own business about the VIP. If a woman who isn't wearing clothes comes by, stop her for me; she's also an assassin."
He said irritably.
"Oh? Oh, okay."
The guard paused for a moment before quickly responding.
There was a strange look on his face, as if he felt that Mr. Liu wasn't being chased, but rather playing some weird play?
"Stop running! I want to obstruct you! Obstruct you!"
As Liu Zheng crawled forward a few steps, a voice like a soul-chasing reaper came from behind.
He looked back and his scalp tingled.
All he saw was the woman rushing toward him with a knife in one hand and a broken rubber stick in the other.