Dragon Master

At noon, in the abandoned factory on the outskirts

The abandoned factory was already surrounded by guards, with countless pairs of eyes staring at the factory's movements.

Aston was sitting on a chair seriously, and a dozen people with different looks were sitting not far away.

Some were incomparably indifferent, some were lazy, and some were talkative and hyperactivity. All these looked strange.

"Aston, how about that Senior Fighter you mentioned? We are all famous killers and have done various kinds of tasks. You cannot send a waste to command us, or we might do it ourselves." The killer, who had been shaking his body and looked like an ADHD child, said.

"Kingsley, you'd better pay attention to your identity. Don't forget who gave you the job." Aston's bodyguard said with a cold face.

"Hey, you're just a flunky of Aston. No matter what, I'm still earning money by my own hands, and it's more dignified than you being a dog." Kingsley said with disdain.

The bodyguard was angry, wanted to reach out and draw his gun, but Aston stopped the bodyguard.

"I know what you think. This is arranged by the master, I have no choice. When Senior Fighter arrives, you can have a match with him. If you can win Senior Fighter, then you have the final say."

The eyes of a dozen killers were shining brightly. As killers, they were living dangerous life every day. But they preferred to act alone because they were worried about others and afraid of stupid teammates.

These killers knew each other somehow, so they could cooperate when performing tasks together. But for the so-called Senior Fighter who came here fresh, they had the feeling of handing their lives to others, so they refused.

"Whoever wins will be in charge of the operation?" Maximilian's voice came from the entrance of the factory.

at Maximilian and smiled, "Of

dozen killers looked at the suddenly appeared Maximilian. Looking at Maximilian's unfamiliar face, they became alert.

he that bullshit Senior Fighter?" Kingsley asked and tilted

H City. He is also very capable. I wanted to invite him to join the Gold Medal Killer Alliance, but he refused."

looking down on our Gold Medal Killer Alliance, isn't he? He

killers did not say anything, but their expressions revealed their

big step to Aston and said, "Where is

Maximilian a chair." Aston

out the chair Maximilian sat on

looked at Maximilian with anger, because they

so arrogant! Don't you

are useless? Aston,

shouted and wanted to kill Maximilian to vent

Maximilian, "Mr. Maximilian is really quite capable of causing

I need to

Kingsley roared and took out a scalpel from his shirt. And with a flick of his wrist, the scalpel turned into a

was considered to be one of the top three killers in this group. Compared to others who like to use hot weapons, Kingsley preferred to use cold weapons,

this time Kingsley felt he would succeed as well. The moment the scalpel was shot, Kingsley

the scalpel was so fast that it reached

his hand. He stretched out two fingers gently towards the cold light, and steadily caught the scalpel between the

Maximilian, Kingsley looked at Maximilian as if he had seen a ghost, "You! How could