Severely injured 0050

Tick tock tick tock...

Bright red blood dripped onto the ground, forming a puddle, as yet another assassin fell dead!

Ye Qiu's arms were numb. Having just snatched the blade from his opponent's grip, even though he managed to deliver a fatal strike, he too suffered.

The leading man opposite him stared with a cold sneer, licking his lips like a bloodthirsty reaper, his eyes filled with malice.

"Your skills indeed didn't disappoint me; you truly have the capability to kill a nightmare," the man clucked, his body tensed as if ready to pounce at any moment.

Ye Qiu watched the man coldly. His lips were dry, and his gaze swept over the other assassins encircling him, the heaviness in Ye Qiu's heart was unspeakable.

The thugs before him were nothing like the ones Li Hao and Ma Tao had dealt with; those were mere riff-raffs of society, apt for intimidation but far from capable of actual murder.