"Who's there!?"
The assassin was startled and turned his head, only to see a fist the size of a sandbag hurtling toward his face.
THUMP!
With one punch, the assassin's face caved in. He died instantly.
"Run!"
The other two assassins immediately realized they were no match for the newcomer and turned to flee. But how could Zhao Dong give them the chance to escape?
He took a single step, his figure moving like a ghost. He instantly snapped one man's neck, then knocked the other to the ground.
Zhao Dong grabbed the surviving assassin's throat and demanded angrily, "Who sent you? Speak!"
However, even though Zhao Dong had held back, his punch had still caused the assassin to spit up blood and sustain serious injuries. After struggling for a moment, the man fainted.
"Damn it!"
Zhao Dong threw the assassin to the ground, then took out his phone to call Leng Yue.
"Zhao Dong? What made you think of calling me in the middle of the night?" Leng Yue's voice sounded surprised.
