More?

"Boom!"

The baseball bomb exploded.

Pieces of meat and other matter splattered all over the area.

Laughing Buddha Zhao now stood motionless, his head blown off, blood squirting out of his neck, or what was left of it.

"Thud."

After a few moments, his body dropped to the ground.

I wiped away whatever had stuck onto my face, took a deep breath, and sighed in relief.

The rest of the team was also relieved that he was dead.

"Vroom!"

Suddenly, we heard a chainsaw roaring in the night.

A man with long gray hair emerged from the darkness.

In his hands were two small chainsaws attached.

He was fuming, like the chainsaws in his hands.

Damn!

Must be another assassin from Six Iron Doors.

Laughing Buddha Zhao must have thought he could take us on alone.

Can't blame him, as freelancers aren't exactly well-known for having fighting abilities.