"What did you say!"
The assassin felt completely out of sorts.
His eyes were filled with a look of disbelief and fear.
The person in front of him... is... is... is...
The assassin's brain short-circuited.
"What? Hard to believe?"
Lin Hai snorted coldly and picked up the assassin again. Smack, smack, smack—three slaps landed hard, knocking seven or eight teeth out of him, swelling his face into a bright red pig's head.
"If you don't want to die in endless pain, you'd better be smart and tell me who sent you."
"You should know, even if you hide it, I can trace back to the mastermind from the clue of the tattoo on your neck."
Lin Hai spoke each word with Gang Qi in his voice, carrying a slight hypnotic effect.
The assassin hesitated.
Indeed, if the opponent really was King Yan, even if he concealed the truth, they could easily find out.
"If I tell you, will you let me go?" the assassin asked.
Lin Hai smiled, but the smile was chillingly cold: "What do you think?"
