Special Forces Princess: This Concubine is Peerless Under Heaven
Chapter 2: Dewy Rose!
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A rose with dew!
Bright red blood overflowed from the base of the rose stem that had pierced the skin.
It slid down the man’s skin, dampening his pale golden hair and leaving a jarring bloodstain on the honey-colored locks.
The male corpse, the fresh blood, and the rose composed a bizarre scene.
In the corner, the little blonde girl, who was receiving guests for the first time today.
Her legs went limp, and she huddled into a ball, trembling with fear.
From the moment the calligraphy brush was taken from her hand to the moment the guest who had paid a heavy price died.
Between those two points, no more than a short sentence had been spoken.
Such a thing was an absolute shock to her.
The little girl was terrified to the extreme, forgetting even to scream or beg for mercy.
By the time she regained her senses, the killer, draped in a black cloak, was already standing before her.
"If you wish, I can take you to a safe place, where you will never have to return here again!"
The voice remained soft and soothing, yet it no longer carried the bone-chilling intent to kill.
The young fledgling prostitute looked up with eyes filled with terror, unable to believe what she was hearing, as she gazed at the face shrouded in the shadow of the hood.
The killer stood before her with his back to the light, the brim of his cloak pulled very low, making it impossible to see his face at all.
From her angle, the other person appeared extremely tall.
She could barely make out a sharp, fair chin.
Although the young fledgling prostitute was still small, she knew.
Tonight’s patron was the son of Marquis Moreau; if the Marquis found out he had been with her tonight, then only a dead end awaited her.
She felt an instinctive trust toward this killer with the pleasant voice.
Without hesitation, she nodded quickly.
Before she could utter the words "I do," she received a blow to the neck—neither too light nor too heavy—and immediately, her entire being was swallowed by darkness.
In mid-air, a flash of black lightning streaked by.
The next moment, there was not a single living person left in the luxurious private room.