Perched on the sofa with his feet up, drinking red wine while watching an animated movie?
Weren't you screaming for help on the phone?
Damn, we've made such a big commotion over here, everything was ready, and you're playing me like this?
Where are the assassins?
"Yo, Uncle Ding, you're here too, come sit and have a drink," Zhang Fan lifted his glass and chuckled.
Everyone was utterly convinced.
Especially Ding Yang, who had just been yelling for help, now he's acting like he's in his own home?
"The assassins and Long Xiao are lying over there," Zhang Fan said, pointing to the three people stacked up beside him.
"Really assassins?"
Hua Ling looked at the three people stacked beside him, originally not paying them any mind, having thought they were just knocked-out bodyguards.
Zhang Fan shrugged and said, "Anyway, Long Xiao says they are assassins, I don't know, but they are too weak."
