Xiao Lin furrowed his brow. The appearance of the clown with a seventh-level code made him turn around and rush back without thinking, as the sounds of fighting upstairs distracted him. But to his surprise, the bodyguard tangled with Mr. Su was not one of Black Crow's men, and he instantly felt relieved.
"Are you okay?" Xiao Lin asked the bodyguard, watching him swiftly use a dagger to stab the assassin's head from above, killing him instantly, before turning his gaze to him as an observer.
"You knew it was me?" The bodyguard wiped his dagger on the deceased's body a few times before tossing it to Xiao Lin, feeling unaccustomed to using it and lacking any sense of weight. "You can come out now!"
"Are they all dead?" Mr. Su still dared not crawl out from under the coffee table, far from resembling a drug lord at the moment, which seemed laughable.
