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Chapter 162 The High Priest Is Here

As Anna had anticipated, after hanging up the phone, Hannah swept everything off the table in a fit of

rage.

Crash!

the cosmetics and expensive jewelry were scattered across the floor.

The hairstylist, startled by Hannah’s sudden outburst, accidentally tugged her hair.

“Ahh!” Hannah yelped while clutching her head. Before anyone could react, she stood up and slapped the hairstylist hard across the face.

“Clumsy fooll”

The hairstylist was knocked to the ground by the force. Hannah stomped on her with her high heels to vent her anger.

“Ahh. Ms. Hannah, I’m sorry! Ms. Hannah.

The hairstylist’s painful cries echoed in the dressing room. The other staff and assistants were terrified and they dared not intervene. They held their breath and trembled as they stepped back.

They knew that Hannah was vicious and ruthless. Misfortune would land on their family if they made her

angry.

Hannah finally snapped out of it when the hairstylist was bleeding profusely. However, Hannah felt no fear seeing that. A sick satisfaction flickered in her eyes instead.

She picked up a wet wipe and meticulously wiped her fingers before tossing it on the floor.

Then, she looked up at the people huddled in the corner. “Why are you guys spacing out? Call an ambulance.”“

– got it.” One of her male assistants quickly pulled

with a vicious glare. Through

storage room lit by a single dim yellow bulb, Leon

devilish features

from

cars.

bullets into

front of him, or

High Priest

the ground. “He couldn’t even reach my knees even

very tall, he still stood at five feet

skills aren’t great; having him here now would be risky for us. He’ll be here to back us

King nodded. “Makes sense.

Ghost Sect, the three

demeanor, was brilliant at cleaning up the mess. He could easily

were unbeatable. They needed each other

his watch and frowned as he asked, “When do we start? Do we really have to hide in this dump? I’m going to puke if we stay here any longer.

be patient. Moving out

back on his

his phone to pass the time but there wasn’t any signal in this forsaken

getting more

such secrecy? Do they even dare to use the test subjects?

were emotionless,

they were also time–ticking bombs. If trained correctly, they would be loyal for

prey if you can’t control

any weaknesses that had been discovered in

ears twitched. “Someone’s

drawing a pistol from his