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The bullet hit the trunk of the tree, splintering wood chips.
In his line of sight, the tall figure disappeared into the shadows.
"Damn it!"
Hiding behind a building, the assassin cursed.
In a nearby corner, another masked man urged.
"Hurry up and find him. Finish the job within thirty seconds; the patrolling guards will be here any minute!"
"Got it!"
The assassin replied impatiently, about to change positions when a large hand suddenly grabbed his protruding head.
Crack!
The strength in the hand was immense, and the man realized he couldn't break free.
Looking up, he saw the unexpressive face of his assassination target. The other man's face was hidden in backlight, leaving only a pair of cold vertical pupils!
The assassin made a snap decision, withdrawing the short dagger from his waist and stabbing towards Chen Lun's abdomen.
Clang!
The expected sensation of the blade piercing flesh didn't come, and the assassin's face turned pale.
