Quick Transmigration: Male Match Guide

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"Who sent me? Killers have professional ethics, Mr. Smith, you should know?"

Ling Wuwen still leaned against the door, unhurriedly answering Uncle Smith's words.

She is so unhurried, not to give the bodyguards outside a chance.

She knew that this room was real, as Uncle Smith said, unless it was an explosion, no one could hear the sound in the room.

Normally, if Uncle Smith was in this room, he would stay there for several hours each time.

This old uncle has sexually abused so many poor girls to death, so she just let him enjoy it, the feeling of being tortured to death...

killer? !

Uncle Smith looked at Ling Wuwen in surprise, such a little girl is actually a killer!

I want to call for help, but the sound insulation of the room is strong, and there is no communication equipment inside.

In order to prevent the little loli from escaping, there is not even a window in this room.

The only way out is the door!

But at the door of the room, standing Ling Wuwen...

Uncle Smith began to think, is the lethality of Lingwu weed much?

Now no matter what, he has to find a way to get out!

At the same time that Ling Wuwen stood up straight, the old man Smith also waved his whip towards Ling Wuwen——

Ling Wuxi sideways avoided, and the whip hit the door panel, making a crisp sound.

Not to mention, that voice is quite nice...

Xia Lun: [horrified face] Xiao 55, are you also perverted? !

Ling Wuwen: [Cold and heartless face]...

Before Uncle Smith could react, Ling Wuxi kicked Uncle Smith's wrist holding the whip.

Uncle Smith was in pain, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the whip was about to fall to the ground.

Ling Wuxi tapped her toes—the whip that almost landed in her hands.

"Snapped--"

"ah--"

"How does it feel to be whipped?" Ling Wuqian looked at Uncle Smith who fell to the ground after being beaten with a whip.

"you……"

Ling Wuxi didn't give Smith a chance to speak, and directly whipped her upper body——

"Snapped--"

"ah--"

"Snapped--"

"Ah...don't...don't fight anymore..."

"Snapped--"

...

After being beaten for about ten minutes, the old man Smith curled up on the ground, and he didn't even have the energy to moan.

Ling Wu's strength was definitely not restrained on purpose, and his strikes were even more merciless.

During the whole process, Uncle Smith begged for mercy and uttered harsh words, even saying that he would give Ling Wuni more money than his employer.

Ling Wuwen didn't answer, but curled her lips in disdain.

Why do these people use the same lines every time? ! Can't you have something new?

Seeing Uncle Smith curled up on the ground, his shirt and suit pants were ripped apart by her whip, covered with red bloodstains, he looked dying.

"I...I'll give you money..." Uncle Smith was still thinking about giving Qian Lingwu to let her let him go. At this moment, he was a little speechless.

Ling Wuwen threw the whip aside, bent slightly, and kicked Uncle Smith's chin with his foot.

"It's impossible to let you go. You should think about how to ask me to give you a good time."

Ling Wuwen was smiling, and her delicate face was sunny, in stark contrast to the bloody old Uncle Smith standing under her feet.

"No...please..."

Ignoring Uncle Smith's plea, Ling Wuwen walked to the tool shelf to pick tools.

Taking advantage of Ling Wumi not paying attention to him, the old uncle Smith's eyes turned hard, he struggled to stand up from the ground, and picked up the whip Ling Wumi threw on the ground.

He held the handle of the whip in one hand, and tightened the end of the whip with the other.

He staggered and walked towards Lingwu who had his back turned to him, trying to strangle her neck with a whip.

One step...two steps...three steps...

When he was still half a meter away from Lingwu, Uncle Smith raised his hand——

The moment Uncle Smith saw hope, Ling Wuyi kicked Uncle Smith directly in the chin with a roundabout kick, kicking him two meters away.

Helplessly smiled and shook his head: "I said you can't wait for me to serve you with these tools? Be good~ don't worry, I will let you slowly... bleed to death!"

As a killer, hearing is very important first.

Uncle Smith is a man with basically scum in strength, not to mention, he was also injured.

If Ling Wuyi doesn't notice anyone approaching her like that, is she still worthy of being a killer?

In fact, Ling Wuyi is really glad that every time she enters the host body, she can not only have the host body's memory, but also inherit the host body's various abilities.

Otherwise, it would be really difficult for her to meet a host with this identity!

Ling Wuxi held two barbed hooks in her hands, and she didn't know what to do with them, so she just used them to beat Uncle Smith——

An hour later, Ling Wupi pierced the throat of Old Uncle Smith with a dagger, and sent Uncle Smith, who had been tortured beyond recognition, to the west.

After doing some stretching exercises, Ling Wuwen yawned.

"Well, it turns out that torturing people is also a kind of physical labor~"

He looked down at the breathless old Uncle Smith, and shook his head involuntarily.

Tsk~ I didn't expect wow, she has such a heavy taste!

While admiring his achievements, he removed the two ponytails that were already messy on his head.

He rubbed his head indiscriminately, and tore his skirt to pieces.

Smear some blood on old Uncle Smith and smear it on his skirt.

Feeling that it was almost done, Ling Wutiao tilted her head: "Mr. Smith, goodbye!"

After adjusting her status, Ling Wuxi opened the door and ran out with a panicked expression.

After a while, all the bodyguards in the manor surrounded him.

Ling Wuxi trembled and shouted, "Mr. Smith...he..."

The vague words made the bodyguards ignore Ling Wuwen, and all of them rushed to the room to see Uncle Smith.

Ling Wuyi pursed her lips and walked quickly to the parking place.

There were a few driver's bodyguards in suits standing beside the car. When they saw Ling Wuyue approaching, before they could react, they were knocked unconscious by Ling Wuyue with a knife in their hands.

Seeing the driver lying on the ground, Ling Wuwen bent down to get the car keys, and muttered: "Cut~ It's really useless to return the bodyguards of the important officials of the country~"

After flipping the car key in his hand, Ling Wuwen quickly got into the car without wasting any time, then drove the car to the fastest speed, and flew out of the manor.

Only after the bodyguards saw Uncle Smith lying in a pool of blood did they realize that they wanted to catch the murderer.

It's a pity that when they go out, there will be no shadow of Ling Wu!

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