The Mystical Side of the Art of Binding Paper (2)

How could she possibly need another helper?

One more person meant one more risk of failure. She wasn't stupid. Why would she do such a stupid thing?

After he escaped today, he would be like a fish in the sea and a bird in the sky.

As for how to fake his death, there were many ways to do so. There was no need to rush.

Thinking of this, the red fans were secretly delighted. They did not expect the other party to be so gullible.

However, before she could be happy for long, she suddenly felt a flash in front of her eyes. Then, she felt pain in her chest.

When she looked down, Pink realized that there was a huge bloody hole in her chest.

In the bloody hole, the masked man's hand was grabbing her heart and was still exerting a little force.

As an expert, although the fighting ability of the red fans was not the most outstanding, they had the vitality that they should have.

"Why?" Other than pain, the red powder was more confused.