The assassins were strong.
But, strength is relative.
In Elaenor Wood's eyes, only the "Saint Lord" himself was worthy of being considered her opponent.
The others?
Rotten fish and shrimp?
She wasn't sure.
Anyway, they were all killed in one move, with no difference whatsoever.
On the table, there was a big pot.
Iron pot stewed goose.
It counted as a famous dish.
But Elaenor Wood felt there was something off about this black pot.
Swoosh!
Another arrow!
Came whistling through the air!
Snap!
Elaenor Wood reached out her right hand and directly grabbed the sharp arrow.
The arrow tip was less than a centimeter from her temple.
It was at this moment that she twitched her ear.
It seemed like she heard something.
Then, Elaenor Wood gently turned her right hand.
The arrow that had been shot toward her suddenly flew out!
Boom!
Outside the hotel.
A poplar tree exploded violently.
Solaris Grove tumbled backward, covered in sawdust.
"Something's not right!"
