Su Yun sat on the sofa with a frown. The corpse was beside him. After experiencing so much, he was already a little numb to corpses. He no longer had the discomfort from before. In addition, the wound caused by the silver needles was very subtle, so there was no blood flowing out at all.
Therefore, the assassin seemed to have fallen asleep. Other than his ferocious face, everything else was acceptable. It seemed that what should have come had still come. It just took a little long. So many geniuses had taken action. It seemed that they were not efficient enough.
With this thought in mind, Su Yun inevitably felt a little melancholic. Perhaps from today onwards, he would have to face endless assassinations at any time. Even just thinking about it made him feel a little frustrated and flustered.
However, the problem in front of Su Yun was how to deal with the corpse.
