Thank Brother Mo!

In the villa early in the morning.

Yan Yimo sat cross-legged in the middle of the training room, cultivating her illusion technique with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, she frowned slightly as she sensed someone outside the door.

"Cleaner?" Yan Yimo was a little angry. "Didn't I tell you? When I cultivate, I need absolute silence. No one is allowed to knock on the door!"

Sure enough, the cleaner began to knock on the door. "Hello, I'll clean up the trash."

"There's no need to accept it. Hurry up and leave!" Yan Yimo did not get up. She did not even open her eyes as she prepared to return to her cultivation state.

"Oh, okay! Sorry to bother you!" The cleaner turned around and looked like she was about to leave.

However, as he turned, his lips curled into a cruel smile—this cleaner was Killer Seven!

"Kill!"

"Number Seven" suddenly stomped on the ground and shot towards Yan Yimo like a cannonball.

BOOM!