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"No... I don't know." The assassin, surprisingly resilient, was pressed by Ling Tianyu against a wall, kneeling on the ground, legs buckled beneath him in an extremely uncomfortable posture, still holding his ground with his hands clasped behind him.
"I don't want to ask anymore since you don't know, and I'm not interested in how much money the Yang Family paid you. Just by looking at your marksmanship, anyone would know what you do—you're nothing but an assassin." Ling Tianyu was certain that the man was an assassin, and he knew that no further questioning would yield any useful information.
But the assassin was not going to make it out alive.
Assassins are cold-blooded and unfeeling. Once they take on a mission and fail to complete it, they will persist until they die.
