Scissor Seven Assassin [updated] -

He threw a scissor blade like a boomerang. It sliced the first assassin’s gun in half. The second lunged—Seven spun, kicked a trash can lid into his face, then used the second scissor blade to pin the third’s sleeve to a wooden crate.

“Yes. That’s me.” Seven bowed. “I’ve been hired to kill you.”

He lowered the scissors.

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.

“It’s a good standard.”

She said nothing. Just looked at a pair of scissors on her desk—matching Seven’s.

“That’s your professional standard?” scissor seven assassin

Seven grabbed the old man’s wrist. “Run.”