The assassin immediately felt a sharp pain, unable to hold back a scream. The other two assassins watched Han Lei's actions with calm expressions, but deep in their eyes, waves were already surging.
"Speak! Why did the Champion Marquis send you to assassinate Zhao Zun?"
Han Lei's voice remained calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness.
The assassin showed a hint of collapse, trembling as he said, "It's... it's because..."
"Don't say it."
The other two assassins hurriedly stopped him.
Han Lei smiled, a smile of utter relaxation and satisfaction.
"The reason doesn't matter anymore. As long as I confirm that the Champion Marquis sent you, that's enough."
Saying this, Han Lei stood up, seemingly intending to walk out the door.
As she passed by the three assassins, she suddenly turned back, quickly sweeping the scalpel across the necks of the three assassins.
Then, the words Han Lei hadn't finished speaking resounded in the air.
"Then you die without grievance."
