That look in his eyes was like that of someone staring at a dead man.
"Heh. I told you, no one understands assassination better than I do."
Yi Lin chuckled softly, shifted the knife away, and then explosively retreated backward.
Seventy-three felt the icy touch on his neck disappear and, without hesitation, instantly activated his skills and melted into the shadows.
A pitch-black shadow moved rapidly across the ground and in the blink of an eye, appeared behind Fifty-six and Eighty-one.
Fifty-six gave Yi Lin a deep look and remained silent.
Several seconds later.
The trio swiftly distanced themselves from Yi Lin and Xing Fei.
It wasn't until the trio's figures were completely out of sight that Xing Fei dared to relax. His eyeballs continued to dart around, as if searching for any peculiar shadows in the surroundings.
He asked, "Why didn't you make a move?"
In his opinion, that moment just then was the perfect opportunity.
