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.”“

assistants quickly pulled out his

snorted and looked in the mirror with a vicious glare. Through gritted teeth, she spat out, “Milly

lit by a

sitting next to him. His hair was tied up and his devilish

is that fool here?” His voice was husky, likely from years of smoking, but it

cars.

loaded bullets

in front

High Priest Is

and put out his cigarette on the ground. “He couldn’t even reach my knees even if he jumped at

an eyebrow. Although Oliver wasn’t very tall, he still stood at five feet

later. His close combat skills aren’t great; having him

King nodded. “Makes sense.

the Ghost Sect, the three of them always

a close–combat expert, and Oliver, despite his carefree demeanor, was brilliant at cleaning up the mess. He could easily retrieve surveillance footage

They needed each

checked 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. I even wore my award–winning

be patient. Moving out now could alert

back on his

pass the time but there wasn’t any signal in

getting more

rich are ridiculous. What’s the point of holding an auction in such secrecy? Do they even dare to use the test

test subjects were

they were also time–ticking bombs. If trained

would become their prey

weren’t any weaknesses that had been discovered in the test subjects. Not everyone could control

Leon’s ears twitched.

up straight, drawing a pistol from his

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