Chapter 172

Sylvia entered without sparing a glance at him.

Franklin sat in the Bentley overbearingly, feeling frustrated.

His unhappiness spread in the air. Jasper shivered in fear, sitting in the

driver's seat.

Franklin coldly ordered, "Leave."

Jasper breathed out in relief and started the engine.

They didn't know a group of men in black secretly approached Pearlhall

Villa after the Bentley left.

The night was deep. At midnight, silence blanketed the villa.

Several trained men intruded on the house.

After they all entered, they were about to separate.

"Pak!"

The villa was lightened brightly all of a sudden.

In silence, the intruders gaped at the woman in black standing in the

center of the living room.

She was wearing a black windbreaker, looking mysterious and cruel,

emanating a cold aura.

Her long, black hair hung over her shoulders. The hair bang hid her

eyes, but they could feel how steely they were.

Sylvia narrowed her eyes under the dazzling light.

She had sat in the dark for a while, so the sudden brightness stimulated

her eyes.

Her gaze swept around the intruders.

A ghost of a smile played on her lips. She cast down her eyes.

“Your boss indeed overestimated me. He sent so many people for the

assassination."

The man in the lead clenched his fists, wondering about the woman's

background.

He could tell she had been waiting for them deliberately.

Sylvia raised her head to look into the eyes of the group leader, who

gazed at her without blinking. A cold light flashed through her eyes.

She stared daggers at the man, and the latter flinched in a panic. He

withdrew his gaze instantly, his heart thumping. The woman's aura was

too strong.

However, Wilson Group paid him generously. He pulled out a pistol,

pointing it at Sylvia.

The pistol made him feel secure and calm down. "Sorry, but someone

wants to send you to the grave. You can't blame me for treating you

rudely.”

Sitting on the sofa, Sylvia snorted, "Who do you think you are? You are

overconfident."

The man was startled. Then he roared angrily, "I dare you to say that

again! Believe it or not. I'll shoot you."

His gang was one of the most famous gangs in Larro, and he was the

respected lead.

He didn't expect Sylvia to mock him.

Seething with rage, he grabbed her collar and lifted her up to glare at

her fiercely.

No matter how murderous her gaze was, she was a woman, and he

would kill her.

Sylvia slightly raised her head, staring daggers at him. "You'd better let

go of me," she drawled.

"Bitch! Do you know who I am? I'm gonna teach you a lesson..." Her

gaze suffocated the man, who felt angry through embarrassment.

Before he finished his words, a loud bang interrupted him.

All the other men in black gaped at the scene.

Sylvia was lifted by their leader, but instantly, she pressed him to the

ground with a single hand.

It had happened so fast that they didn't see how she had moved.

They were shocked by her speed and power and couldn't return to their

senses for a long time.

Pinching the man's neck, Sylvia gazed at him coldly. The man couldn't

breathe at all.

"Scumbag!" she said icily, tightening her pinch.

She was an expert in the human body, so she accurately pinched the

vital part of his neck and tightened her grip. The man's bones cracked,

and the sound was extremely crisp in the silent house.

The room fell into dead silence.

Other men in black watched the scene in disbelief.

Sylvia tossed the dead body away and stood up.

Her face was charming, but she looked like a demon from Hell. Her

murderous gaze made their hair stand on end.

All men flinched, although they were holding weapons.

The horrible woman could have killed their leader with a pinch.

The dead man was named Nash, one of the most well-known gang

leaders in Larro.

He was in the position due to his competence.

Before he pulled the trigger of his pistol, he was killed.

In fear, the rest men in black were soaked in cold sweats and couldn't

believe what they'd seen.

They wondered how this woman managed to do it.

Focusing on her, they dared not to blink as they were too frightened.

For the first time, they wished to escape before finishing their mission.

Sylvia frowned at her left hand, relaxing and clenching her fingers

repeatedly.

“It's been a long time since my last kill. My left hand became weaker,”

she muttered, seemingly unhappy about her performance just now.

If it had been before, she could have been faster, more fierce, and

more accurate.

Sylvia decided to work out more. Otherwise, she might not enjoy killing

her enemies.

When she raised her head, she saw other men in black gaping at her

while shivering in fear.

Pointing at Nash's dead body, she snorted, "Want to be like him? Or

want to turn yourselves in?"

Her voice brought them back to their senses.

Blood drained from their faces.

"You... You... We... We're paid. We... We must kill you," the deputy

leader yelled boldly.

He still hadn't figured out how Sylvia managed to end their leader's life

in a blink.

All of them lived dangerous lives, but none could do that.

"So you want to end up like him." Sylvia gazed at him as if he were a

corpse.

The deputy leader flinched and swallowed. They had brought many

men, so he believed she could be killed if they attacked her together.

He prompted in a low voice, "Hurry! Kill her!"

"Too annoying..." Sylvia remarked leisurely, staring at them.

She grazed her black hair. Suddenly, her eyes focused on the deputy

leader.

The next second, she rushed to him like an arrow. Enjoying the

horrified look on his face, she sneered.

“Your voice is too annoying," she commented icily.

Sylvia lifted her foot and attacked the deputy leader when he was off

guard.

Hence, the rest men in black watched him hit the wall behind them, and

their mouths dropped open.