Of course it hurts.
That Audi cost over a million! Last time it got wrecked, Chen Mei'Er scolded Xiaofan for ages, saying he wasted more than a hundred thousand. Now, how could it run with all those bullet holes? No way it's moving for thirty or fifty grand, right?
"You bastards, do you think making a couple of cents is easy for me? Huh? Come at me if you have the guts instead of wrecking my car."
Black Tiger looked dumbstruck at Ye Xiaofan standing three meters away. What exactly had happened? When he struck, he had been confident in taking his life. From his experience as an assassin, that strike was not something anyone could dodge.
"Black Tiger Captain, there's no one in the car," said the assassin standing nearby.
"Damn, we've been played by this kid." Black Tiger didn't need to hear more; he already guessed that Liu Qiqi had been discreetly sent to the police station and was probably giving her statement now.
What a joke, do you even know who you're up against?
