1167 This strong individual was the last one standing.

The little girl had a sharp edge to her. Standing in front of Yun Tianyou, she had a lackluster expression and dead eyes. It was as if she were an emotionless puppet.

Cold and lifeless!

She was wearing a simple vest and shorts, along with a pair of black combat boots. She was armed with a dagger and a gun at her waist.

She had a distinct waistline.

Even though she looked slim, after sizing her up carefully, he realized that she had a defined body.

Her powerful arms were especially shocking!

How much training had she undergone to achieve those terrifying muscles?

Youyou had no idea why, but he could somehow feel an extraordinary presence from this little girl.

Like a blooming, red spider lily by the Yellow Springs, she was stunning yet lethal.

He sized her up with a few more glances before letting his gaze fall back on her empty eyes.

They were soulless and filled with murderous aura. Apart from that, there was no other emotion in them.

It was as if she were a killing machine, born to only slaughter!

Gong Jie stood up slowly and walked to the little girl's side. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder before introducing her to him. "She's called Lisa. From today onward, she'll be your personal bodyguard!"

"This girl?" Doubt and query filled the boy's eyes. "Personal bodyguard?"

A girl that looked no older than eight or nine…

The man looked at him, smiling at the uncertainty in his eyes. "What? Don't underestimate her just because she is young! Her capability is above the rest! Technically, her skills have placed her fifth in terms of combat power at Mercenary Paradise."

"Fifth?"

The doubt in the boy's eyes was evident.

How was that possible?

This girl looked so young, yet she placed fifth in Mercenary Paradise?

"Don't look down on her! I also looked at you that way in the past!" The man smiled as he stroked the little girl's emotionless face gently with his long fingers. Pretending to be mysterious, he asked, "Do you know where she's born?"

She did not react to his touch in the slightest bit as she continued to stare fixedly at Youyou with a cold gaze.

"Where?"

"The number one assassin island, Atlanta."

The lad held his breath.

He had heard of that place before.

According to others, that island would house a couple of hundred orphans, regardless of genders, every year and would lock them up together. They were only given a bowl of rice and a glass of water.

There was only a bowl of rice when the children were hungry.

Only one glass of water.

In order to fill their stomachs and survive, the children would have to slaughter one another.

Of those hundreds of children, only ten would remain alive, although on the brink of death.

The so-called monstrous training was not something Little Yichen's special training in a boot camp could even compare.

More accurately, it was training from hell. The strong would live, whereas the weak would die.

Perhaps, in the end, after going through so many tests, only one person would survive.

This girl happened to be the last remaining person after many intensive trials.

In reality, even though her fighting power was very high, there was still a difference when compared to the other mercenaries in the military units.

The reason she could place fifth in Mercenary Paradise was that the ranking board for combat was based on the success rate of the mercenaries in their missions.