Leng Youchen tossed aside the mouse, picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table, took one in his mouth and lit it, inhaling fiercely. He stared at the computer screen, the white smoke blurring his striking features, "Lu Feng, what do you think about this?"
"Considering London, there aren't many people willing to spend such a substantial amount to take your life, 50 million pounds. If there's a bounty to kill you, it might attract countless desperados," Lu Feng replied gravely.
Leng Youchen slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "Do you think this assassination has any connection to the last one?"
Lu Feng shook his head, "I don't think there's any connection. The last one came alone, clearly just probing the situation. But this time, ten assassins were deployed simultaneously, and they are top-tier. They are aggressive, determined to take your life. Even if the losses are heavy, they have no intention of retreating, which shows their determination to see you dead."
