At this moment, Xiaofan had an urge to curse.
Really, he clearly had not underestimated the Red Butterfly, yet he was still trapped by the ambush of two within such a critical time.
These people are special figures among assassins, and their training aims entirely for kill-or-be-killed efficiency.
The fierceness of their moves indeed left Xiaofan defenseless, the bullets were fast, and Xiaofan could dodge them, but ironically, he couldn't avoid the assassins' ambush.
Blood silently trickled down his arm. The wound was so deep that the white bone was nearly visible.
He clenched his fist, noticing he could still exert a bit of force, a blessing in misfortune, he hadn't injured the tendons. However, the waves of numbness from the arm made Xiaofan silently think 'not good'.
