"Hehe..."
Feng Bing looked at Lin Fan with a faint smile and said, "That's right, it's me. I just have some regrets that I couldn't kill you myself. What a pity!"
Lin Fan asked, "Do you really want to kill me that much?"
Feng Bing nodded and said, "Do you deserve to die?"
"Oh?"
Lin Fan was somewhat surprised and asked, "I'm really curious, how do I deserve to die?"
Feng Bing shook his head and said, "No reason needed. I want to kill you, so you deserve to die..."
"Alright!"
Lin Fan nodded and said, "Since that's the case, you also deserve to die!"
As he spoke, Lin Fan flicked his finger lightly, and a Finger Light appeared, piercing through Feng Bing's head.
Feng Bing was dead!
The expressions on the faces of the two assassins beside him turned ugly.
Although they indeed took lives like reaping weeds and had killed countless people, now, facing their own deaths, they felt fear, despair, and panic.
