Chapter 109: Slaughter, Fang Long's Camp Coordinates_3

The mask cut open, revealing the face of a Western woman in her twenties, with rather regular features.

Her eyes carried a cold expression.

Cao Xing continued, "I'll ask you again, who sent you to kill me?"

However, the elite assassin still refused to speak.

Hilda, standing by, leaned over and said, "Want me to give it a try?"

Cao Xing looked at Hilton, who seemed eager to give it a shot.

Cao Xing nodded.

The next moment, Hilda chuckled lightly, extending her finger as a glob of liquid full of blood poison sprayed out.

The blood fell on the elite assassin's abdomen, instantly corroding her clothing and exposing a patch of pale skin.

"Hiss..."

Not only that, but the drop of blood quickly burned her skin, scorching it along with her flesh to the point of festering.

The elite assassin's eyebrows pressed tightly together, seemingly enduring an unimaginable pain.

Above her head, damage indications of [-10], [-10] kept appearing.