Scissor Seven | Assassin

“You’re building a lawsuit. Move.”

Seven stood across the street, disguised as a potted fern. His scissors hung from a strap around his neck, glinting under the setting sun. scissor seven assassin

“The target is still alive,” said the voice on the other end. “You’re building a lawsuit

They ran through Chicken Island’s back alleys—past laundry lines, screaming vendors, and a confused duck. Seven tripped twice. Old Chen threw a wok at a pursuer. Somehow, they escaped into the basement of Seven’s hair salon. scissor seven assassin