Ye Fan walked into the house. It was a bit like the front desk of a small hotel. A counter was placed there, and a red-nosed old man was snoring drunkenly while lying on the counter.

Beside the counter, there were a few pots of flowers and plants that had already died from not watering the plants. There were also various cigarette b.u.t.ts in the pots, along with various rubbish.

A dirty crystal lamp, several light bulbs have been hung up, only three light bulbs left, barely maintaining the light of the lobby.

Without a second word, the white youth pushed the old man away with his palm.

With a "clang", the old man fell to the ground and started snoring twice. He then curled up and continued to sleep while muttering, "Lianna …" Heart and liver … Putting your b.u.t.t up high … "Woo woo …"

The Caucasian man ignored the old man and picked up a plastic ballpoint pen with a broken stylus. The pen holder was still red. He raised his head and asked Ye Fan, "What's his name?"

Ye Fan replied, "Ye Fan."

"I don't know how to write, you can write it yourself." The Caucasian man pushed the notebook and pen to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan almost couldn't laugh out loud. This slovenly guy, was he trying to find a reception way too much of his bulls.h.i.+t!

However, Ye Fan still wrote his name down and asked, "Is your president in?"

After the white youth heard this, he glanced at Ye Fan with a strange expression, "You're looking for our president to reminisce about the past?"

"He just went out," said the white youth.

"Where did you go? Did you kill someone? " Ye Fan asked, which was unfortunate.

The white man shook his head. "He went to the park."

Hearing this, Ye Fan remembered something and smiled, "Okay, then I'll wait for him."

Not caring about Ye Fan's ident.i.ty at all, the white youth didn't ask any further questions, directly picking up a phone with a shattered screen, and began to play shooting games.

Ye Fan walked into the pa.s.sage, minding his own business. As he walked further in, he could see various flags hanging on both sides of the road, as well as various medals and trophies stored in some gla.s.s cabinets.

These flags and display cabinets were all covered in dust, and no one would clean them normally.

However, if someone were to take a careful look, the words written on these flags and trophies would definitely be shocking!

"Sytor Rankings, World's Number One a.s.sa.s.sin Guild — Baffled!"

"World Ranking of a.s.sa.s.sins, Golden Blade Awards — Asmuntis"!

"World a.s.sa.s.sin Guild's Best Trade Union — Bafu Annihilation"!

"a.s.sa.s.sin Guild Lifetime Achievement Awards — Asmuntis"!

"The Honorary Chairman of the a.s.sa.s.sin's Society — Asmuntis".

Almost all of the world's a.s.sa.s.sin's guilds could receive the highest awards, and this was where everything was available. Moreover, it was the world's number one a.s.sa.s.sin's guild that had been linked for three years!

Everything announced that this was the strongest a.s.sa.s.sin's guild in the world! Who was the strongest a.s.sa.s.sin?

Baffled Annihilation! Asmuntis!

Apart from these items, there were also different rooms on both sides of the pa.s.sage. There were training rooms, a gym, and even a swimming pool.

What was more miraculous was that although most of the places were dirty, the training grounds for hitmen were very clean.

When Ye Fan walked over, he saw more than a dozen male and female killers between the ages of ten and thirty who were focused on training various techniques.

They were completely focused, and completely ignored Ye Fan's pa.s.sing, as if in their world, all they could do was become stronger! Become stronger! Become even stronger!

As soon as he took a step inside, Ye Fan sensed that something was wrong, but he did not take any action, and just silently accepted everything that was happening.

The one holding the dagger was a woman wearing tight ninja clothing. Her long black hair was tied up neatly with a red rope.

Her skin color was snow-white, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, her nose was straight, her lips were small, and she had a small oval face, delicate and generous.

The key point was that she was dressed in black ninja robes, and her figure was very impressive. She did not look like an Eastern girl at all. Her upper body was so well-rounded that it seemed like she could not even wrap a single piece of clothing.

This young woman had concealed herself extremely well, and Ye Fan hadn't discovered her existence until he entered. To be able to conceal her presence from Ye Fan was already an extremely ridiculously powerful ability.

"Who are you?" The female killer's voice was very cold, but it was very pleasant to hear.

When Ye Fan said this, and Ye Fan's appearance was clearly seen by the woman, the dagger in the woman's hand immediately fell to the ground.

"Ding Ling!"

The dagger made a clear sound, as if it was also hitting the female a.s.sa.s.sin's heart.

"My G.o.d …" MY-PRINCE!? "

"Enough, we've known each other since we were young, there's no need for you to be like this. I didn't even react to you just now, you've already grown so much." Ye Fan looked up and down the woman's body teasingly, "It really isn't simple. I never thought that a little girl like you could be so feminine that year …"

Fog night's eyes revealed excitement and antic.i.p.ation, "King, do you like my body?"

"You are the king. The FAN back then had long ago fought against G.o.ds and G.o.ds … How could I dare to call you big brother … " Fog night, a look of wors.h.i.+p appeared in her eyes.

Ye Fan couldn't stand this kind of gaze. He was very familiar with this kind of woman's gaze. Many years ago, when many women saw this look, they clearly wanted to sleep with him! Chapter error, point this report (registered free)