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    With an indifferent nce that quickly turned icy, Harlee sprang onto the windowsill, hooked her foot for leverage, and seized the assassin’s ankle. With a swift pull, she yanked him downward.


    The assassin crashed to the floor before he could even shoot.


    Following him down, Harleended gracefully from the windowsill, smirked, and pulled a dagger from her belt. She advanced slowly toward the fallen assassin and, without allowing him a chance to cry out, sliced through his vocal cords.


    “Shhh.”


    With a raised eyebrow and a tone as cold as ice, Harlee warned the assassin now writhing on the floor in silence, “Don’t make a sound. We wouldn’t want to disturb the neighbors.”


    The assassin, his vocal cords severed, was drenched in cold sweat. His face contorted in agony, yet no sound escaped him.


    The pressure in his stomach made him feel as if his insides were about to burst. He knew that death was the only thing awaiting him.


    Barry realized the assassin was no longer a threat and stood up, though he cautiously refrained from moving too much. Harlee had mentioned there were three groups of assassins tonight, and they had only encountered the second one. He remained still where Harlee had previously hidden, trying to steady his nerves. Awakened in the middle of the night and facing repeated threats to his life, it was remarkable that he hadn’t copsed from the stress.


    Harlee pulled out a wet wipe from her pocket and casually cleaned her dagger. She then sat down on a small stool facing the assassin and nonchntly kicked the mask off his face with her foot.


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    Beneath the mask was a featureless, now pallid face, drained of life.


    Harlee looked at the face briefly before pushing the mask back over it, her mouth curling into a sinister smile. Her tone was detached as she spoke.


    “You’re from Jusdence? From the North Ind?”


    The assassin’s face grew colder, and his lips twitched slightly.


    Such subtle movements would go unnoticed by most, but Harlee was exceptionally observant. As soon as she detected the movement, she swiftly reached out, seized his chin, and dislocated his jaw.


    Harlee said politely, “Thest assassin died in your ce, so now your only option is to remain here for interrogation.”


    She then turned to Barry, who was lurking in the shadows.


    “I’ll leave the man and the body with you. It’s your decision what to do with them.”


    Barry straightened his attire and approached Harlee, his face grave.


    “This man is an assassin from the North Ind?”


    The North Ind of Jusdence was infamous for its deadly assassins. Once they epted a mission, they pursued it relentlessly. Even their highest-ranking leaders might execute such assignments.


    Harlee gave a slight nod, her eyes reflecting a trace of weariness. Her voice barely above a whisper, she replied, “Yes, he’s a B-ss assassin, sent to probe our defenses.”


    Barry halted abruptly, hisplexion turning ashen. It dawned on him that his adversaries were resolved to keep him from returning to Gruinia. They were deploying not just rogue terrorists but also professional killers from the North Ind assassin organization. The previous president had fallen victim to this very organization!


    His palms began to sweat, and his blood seemed to freeze. The idea that a B-ss assassin could infiltrate through such a high window made him dread the possibility of encountering an S-ss assassin.


    “Overthinking only takes a toll on your condition.”


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