Chapter 927 You Can Make It Harder.
âNiky, we finally met again.â The man in black stopped in front of her. He looked down at Nikita and said intimately with a smile, âYou recognized me when I walked into the screening room just then. Didnât you?â
Nikita squinted and had cold air.
Looking at her close to him, Mr. Hall raised an eyebrow.
The next second, he felt the cold dagger against his waist.
âItâs been a long time.â The girl smiled. With a little force, she easily cut through his expensive, well-
made shirt with the dagger she was holding.
Nikitaâs dark eyes were filled with murder.
Mr. Hall was stunned. He looked down at the cut clothes and the dagger against his waist. He widened his smile and changed his look into a delighted one, saying in a low voice, âThis is a gift? I like it.â
âYou can make it harder.â
Nikitaâs eyes became even colder. Her hand exerted force. The sharp blade instantly cut a gash into his skin.
The red blood came out of the wound and soon soaked his clothes. Soon, the air had the smell of blood.
The blood soon soaked through the manâs shirt and dripped down to the ground drop by drop.
The floor was white tile.
The blood splashed down at the manâs feet and soon turned into a puddle of conspicuous red.
Blood was still dripping from his slashed wound.
âMaster!â A few tall men dressed in black suddenly appeared like ghosts. Looking at the blood on the ground and at the short dagger Nikita had placed against Mr. Hallâs waist, their faces changed. They reached out to pick up the gun at their waist.
Before they took out their guns, Mr. Hall turned to look at them with a sullen face, ordering in a low voice, âGet out of here. Who asked you to come out!â
âMaster, butâ¦â Several men in black were the personal bodyguards beside Mr. Hall. Since childhood, they had been instilled with the idea that Mr. Hall was their master, and that they would do whatever it took, even give up their own lives, for the sake of their masterâs safely.
Their entire life was to protect their masterâs safety. They were ready to sacrifice for their master at any time.
These few loyal guards grew up with Mr. Hall.
They followed Mr. Hall everywhere.
Usually, they were invisible. They wouldnât let anybody see them.
Only when Mr. Hall was in danger would they appear âGet out!â Mr. Hall narrowed his eyes and spoke in a gloomy tone.
These loyal guards looked at each other and turned around. Then, they quickly concealed themselves in some inconspicuous corners.
But they were staring closely at the dagger in Nikitaâs hand.
They were also ready to take out their guns at any time.
The wound on Mr. Hallâs waist was still bleeding. His shirt was soaked. But he smiled pleasantly at Nikita, âNiky, you can still stab harder. This little wound doesnât affect me.â
âHavenât you always wanted to kill me? You should have stabbed my heart.â
âGo ahead and do it. I promise I wonât dodge.â
Nikita frowned deeply. The look on her fair face grew colder and colder.
Mr. Hall laughed again. His voice was low, âYou know that. As long as Iâm not dead, even if you hide to the ends of the earth, I will find you. So, the best way to get rid of me once and for all is to kill me.â
âWhen I die, I wonât haunt you anymore.â