Yi Bing didn't answer. He watched as Huo Ling's figure run away until his figure finally disappears from his sight. Only then did he turn and looked at them. In response to their eyes filled with greed, he looked at them with eyes filled with disdain.
The assassins froze when they met Yi Bing's gaze. They were taken aback with the chilliness in Yi Bing's eyes, as well as aggressiveness and apathy combined. For some reason, their heart became cold. The next second, they realized why. They lowered their heads and looked at the blood seeping through their clothes, and flowing out of the hole in their chests.
"How about a 'no'?" Yi Bing spoke and coldly smiled, as acold as his blue pupils.
