Yu Ruohuan learned of the failure of the partridge's assassination attempt and laughed in anger.
"Didn't you say he was the number one assassin in the Dark Group, someone who's never failed a mission? And now you're telling me he failed? Amos is still alive?"
Jiao Long lowered his head, "We all underestimated Amos."
A staged car accident—his driver's skills are extraordinary.
A close-range attack—his combat prowess far surpasses the partridge's.
They had all underestimated who Amos truly was.
"Furthermore, Amos asked the partridge to deliver a message to you."
Yu Ruohuan instinctively knew it wouldn't be anything good.
"Amos said he's a man who never forgets a grudge, and told you... to wash your neck and wait."
Upon hearing this, Jiao Long lowered his head even further, as if wishing to vanish into the ground.
A suffocating silence filled the air.
