en the security guard quickly returned to his post as if nothing had happened.Sun Xinxin stared blankly at Xia Tian; every time Zhang Dazhu came here causing trouble, she hoped someone would help her,...Chapter 670: The Death of Satan - Wuyou Chinese Network

Satan no longer felt as relaxed as before; he finally understood that earning one billion dollars was not an easy task. Although the target seemed to be just a beautiful and sexy woman, her true strength far exceeded his expectations.

However, he still firmly believed in his ultimate victory. In his view, even if Mu Han's martial arts skills were impressive, she couldn't match him in terms of endurance. Moreover, despite her injury not being severe, it would inevitably have some impact on her performance, especially towards the end when she was exhausted, the influence of her wound would become more significant.

Satan’s hypothesis was immediately confirmed; he suddenly noticed a slight pause in Mu Han's attack, which although brief, could not escape his keen eyes. In front of an expert like him, even the slightest hesitation might lead to fatal consequences.

Suddenly, Satan increased his offensive speed and quickly realized that Mu Han had started only evading without much ability to counterattack. Usually, he would need to launch continuous attacks several times before she could barely manage a single counterstrike, which was no longer threatening at all.

Even dodging seemed to be a struggle for Mu Han, and witnessing this scene, Satan couldn't help but chuckle lightly, saying, "Miss Mu Han, you're somewhat disappointing me. Is your prowess limited to just that"

Mu Han didn't respond; instead, she took advantage of the moment when Satan spoke and suddenly thrust her knife twice, unfortunately both were easily avoided by Satan.

"Miss Mu Han, why don’t you properly receive this punch from me!" With a sudden burst of speed, Satan threw out a fist with lightning-fast momentum towards Mu Han's chest. In the air, there seemed to be faint sounds of thunder and wind accompanying his attack.

Satan’s punch was even faster than before, while already struggling on multiple fronts, Mu Han’s body momentarily froze again. This time, she didn’t have enough time to dodge and could only meet it with her injured left hand.

Seeing Mu Han clenching her fist in return, a glint of excitement flashed through Satan's eyes. He was confident that his strength surpassed hers, so he chose not to evade but instead decided to clash head-on!

"Boom!" Two fists collided, producing a muffled sound.

"Ow!" A voice of pain rang out, along with the crisp sound of bones breaking. At the same time, a jet of blood spurted out.

Mu Han's left arm was covered in blood. The intense impact caused her wounds that had just begun to clot to rupture again, causing blood to spray forth directly. However, she paid no heed to this wound at all; instead, her pretty face revealed a look of joy.

The one who cried out in pain was not Mu Han but the arrogant Satan. The crisp sound of bones breaking came from Satan's wrist bones being snapped by the collision!

"How... how could this be" Satan no longer maintained his previous calm expression; his already pale face turned even paler. He looked at Mu Han in utter disbelief, completely unable to believe he had suffered such a crushing defeat at her hands. After all, he was sure he was moments away from victory and about to claim the $100 million bounty. He was even planning on retiring early to buy an island where he could live as its master with several beautiful women!

"Nothing is impossible," Mu Han smiled faintly, her figure suddenly flashing as she pounced towards Satan at an even faster speed. The dazzling blade reflected in Satan’s eyes; this short dagger seemed to transform into the Grim Reaper's scythe, ready to harvest Satan’s life at any moment.

But where was there any sign of Mu Han being unable to keep up At this moment, Satan finally realized that he had been tricked. Just now, Mu Han had merely feigned weakness.

Judging from Satan's current speculation, Mu Han indeed had pretended to be weak just then; however, she couldn’t be entirely sure if such a method would work. But during the battle, she suddenly remembered that her strength was actually quite considerable—perhaps even disproportionate—and that if she went head-to-head with Satan, she would likely gain an upper hand.

However, she held a knife in her right hand, while Satan fought barehanded. Obviously, he wouldn’t choose to clash fists with a blade; no one was so foolish. But Mu Han also knew that if she threw the knife now, it would surely arouse Satan’s suspicion. Thus, she feigned being overwhelmed by him and, at some point, met his right fist with her left in an apparently reluctant move.

Though it seemed like a hasty response, at that moment, Mu Han had channeled all her strength into her left fist. This direct confrontation instantly decided the outcome of the battle; she smashed Satan’s right wrist bone with one punch, drastically reducing his combat capability in an instant.

Now, Satan finally realized that he had been tricked, but unfortunately, it was too late. His right hand was fractured and could no longer be used in combat. Although the rest of his body seemed fine, the intense pain coming from his right hand had clearly reduced his physical agility.

Seeing Mu Han's short knife just inches away from him, Satan finally snapped out of it and quickly retreated backwards with his left hand reaching for his waist. He had thrown away one gun earlier, but he still had another on him; now, he no longer dared to rely solely on unarmed combat.

Satan smoothly drew the gun and raised his arm to fire, but at that moment, a sharp pain came from his left hand again.

"Ah!" Satan let out an agonizing scream. His eyes revealed intense terror as he saw blood spurting out—Mu Han had actually chopped off his left hand!

“Satan, go to hell!” Mu Han shouted clearly and swiftly turned the short knife towards Satan once again.

Blood splattered, and Satan let out a short, pained scream before collapsing backward. Mu Han's knife had mercilessly slit his throat; this legendary first-class assassin known as the Dark Prince was killed by Mu Han!

Seeing Satan's corpse, however, Mu Han showed no hesitation. She swiftly used her knife to cut off a strip of cloth from Satan’s body and bandaged her wounded left hand with it before picking up Satan’s gun and sprinting towards the warehouse entrance.

"Stop!" A deep voice suddenly rang out from the doorway of the warehouse, "Or I'll shoot!"

Mu Han halted in her tracks. The voice was not unfamiliar to her; she stared at the door where a familiar figure stood—Sun Bowen.

Sun Bowen had a gun in his hand, but it wasn’t a pistol—it was an automatic rifle, which made Mu Han wary of making any rash moves. She was too far from cover to be sure that she could avoid being hit, and while she did have a gun now, she didn't dare fire back either, for even if she managed to shoot Sun Bowen instantly, the automatic rifle in his hand might turn her into swiss cheese. wearing this one from now on""I don’t like wearing it," Su Jing replied."As long as I like it, that's all that matters," Xia Tian said seriously.Su Jing felt overwhelmed again. This person didn't car...