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    Christina’s nod was slow, her smile never fading. “That’s me. But I do more than kill. My skills can also save a life, depending on my mood.”


    “This can’t be true… Rumor has it that Noxin is an elderly man with white hair and a wrinkled face. You’re just a young woman!” The assassin still refused to ept this. Rumors and whispers from his organization came flooding back, and every ount described Noxin as an elderly gentleman. There was no way Noxin was actually this young woman before him, unless their intelligence had suffered a major error.


    “Ever wonder who started those rumors?” Christina asked, her tone yfully sinister.


    The color drained from the assassin’s face. “Wait… Was it you who spread the false information?”


    “Exactly,” Christina replied, her voiceced with satisfaction. When she assumed the identity of Noxin, she would disguise herself as an elderly man. She had indeed nted the stories and led the world astray.


    Dread consumed the assassin. “Noxin…” He trembled all over, as if caught in a winter gale. Stories of Noxin’s cruelty haunted even the bravest assassins—rumors of tortures so severe that victims begged for death. Even the toughest assassins couldn’t withstand Noxin’s merciless methods.


    The assassin’s strength drained from his limbs, leaving him too feeble to even pick up the silenced pistol lying on the floor. At this point, fighting back was futile.


    “Who the hell sent you after Dn?” Christina’s voice remained level, her gaze sharp.


    “You know we never reveal our client’s identity,” the assassin muttered, a wry, almost defeated smile twisting his lips. He’d epted his fate—escape was impossible. What rotten luck, he thought, to fall into the hands of the notorious Noxin. Noxin wasn’t just a master of toxins; her skills inbat were equally ruthless.


    Christina gave a cold, confident smile. “Trust me. You’ll be begging to confess before I’m done.”


    Anyone who crossed her path would end up confessing every secret, unless death imed them first.


    The assassin let out a dryugh. “Why are you so sure I even know the employer’s information in the first ce?”


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    She arched an eyebrow, unruffled. “I’m not sure, but you’ll reveal anything you know when the pain starts. Sooner orter, everyone breaks.”


    He coughed, his lips curling into a bitter grin. “Nah, you won’t get the chance.”


    Christina’s expression shifted as she realized something. She darted forward just as the assassin’s features contorted, his skin nching, his lips turning blue. Shit! He’d bitten down on the poisoned capsule hidden in his mouth, choosing death over betrayal. She never imagined he’d turn out to be a suicide operative.


    “Ugh!” The assassin choked, spitting up a mouthful of inky blood as his body crumpled to the floor. Even as death crept over him, his eyes remained locked on her, a wry smile flickering across his lips.


    “To meet the infamous Noxin in person before I go… Not too bad,” the assassin murmured. And with that, the light faded from his eyes.


    The poison worked with terrifying speed. Christina hadn’t even realized its existence until it was far toote. The assassin had probably crushed the capsule in his mouth just as she pressed him about his employer.


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