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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.”“

assistants quickly pulled out his phone to make the

and looked in the mirror with a vicious glare. Through

room lit by a single dim yellow bulb,

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

was husky, likely from years of smoking, but it was

cars.

loaded bullets into his

him that in front

The High

out his cigarette on the ground. “He couldn’t even reach

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

him. He’ll be here later. His close combat skills aren’t great; having him here

King nodded. “Makes sense.

Ghost Sect, the three of them always

excelled at long–range sniping, Leon was a close–combat expert, and Oliver, despite his carefree demeanor, was brilliant at

unbeatable. They needed each other in

“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 outfit to meet you, and

and said, “Soon, be patient. Moving

slumped back on his

phone to pass the time but

was getting more

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

subjects were

they were also time–ticking bombs. If

you would become their prey

that had been discovered in the test subjects. Not everyone could

Leon’s ears twitched. “Someone’s

sat up straight, drawing a pistol