Chapter 659: The Harder You Pose, The Worse You're Beaten

Choi Seung-ji got out of the car, revealing a smile that showed he hadn't taken Chen Wei's words to heart at all.

He wasn't even angry, but instead retorted, "Isn't there a possibility that I never intended to hide myself? That you also don't have the authority to make me do so?"

As he spoke, he reached out to open the rear car door and took out a long sword.

A katana, unmistakably from Sakura Country.

"A South Korean assassin using a katana, you've got quite an eclectic style there," Chen Wei said with a laugh.

Choi Seung-ji drew the long sword, its cold gleam dazzling as he twisted the blade in front of him, checking its sharpness.

The blade reflected back his grim face as he asked Chen Wei, "Cut the crap, just tell me, how do you want to die?"

"Do you want to be chopped into mincemeat? Or do you prefer a swift death by a stab through the heart?" In his eyes, Chen Wei was already a dead man.

He wanted him dead, there was no reason he shouldn't die, he had to die!