A dark silhouette suddenly sprang out from the bushes behind Xiao Lin. The gloved right hand with a cold gleam in its white glove aimed at Xiao Lin's back—fingers turned into shining brass nails. If this strike connects, it would pierce through, chilling the heart—a truly vicious attack.
The speed was astonishingly fast, comparable to the speed of a ghost.
Xiao Lin's reaction cannot be called slow; he already anticipated the danger. Yet, he couldn't evade the assassination attempt. Unexpectedly, the attacker had already changed direction, and Xiao Lin knew for sure the switch occurred just before his confrontation with the masked man. This individual's mind and skill were both formidable.
Xiao Lin didn't have time to look back or counterattack; he could only instinctively dodge to the side. However, the opponent was too fast, picking the perfect moment—precisely when Xiao Lin was unable to adjust his posture after fighting fiercely with the tiger—to ensure a one-hit kill.
