In wealth and danger, their identities are exchanged for reward with blood and life.
Carrying Luo Jun into the dim, shabby brick house, the male hitman carelessly threw him to the ground, casually grabbing a roll of tape from the table and binding his hands and feet.
Throwing the tape back onto the table, the male hitman grabbed the water on the table and took a big gulp, "Any word from the boss?"
The companion checked his watch, "There was a call saying he's already on the plane, probably sometime after dark!"
The male hitman nodded, "Is there anything to eat?!"
"Of course, it's in the car," said the companion.
The male hitman stood up, walked toward the door, pushed open the rickety wooden door, and then turned back, "Watch him carefully. Also, don't hurt him, or the boss will be angry!"
