Of course, he was cursing his seven or eight underlings.
These were the top-tier elite assassins of the Jifeng Sect, yet frightened into such a state by a single motorcycle, stumbling all over themselves, which was quite an embarrassment for him as their Sect Leader.
The assassins hurried to pick up their motorcycles, gnashing their teeth in anger, glaring at Shen Zhou as if they wanted to tear him apart.
Shen Zhou spoke, "Boss Li, are these the pieces of trash you want me to deal with? They don't look like much, no real fighting spirit."
As he said this, a sinister smile curled on his lips.
He had realized through this charge that these people were not ordinary.
They exuded a fierce, murderous aura, absolute top-grade assassins.
It seemed that he definitely walked into a trap, but what of it?
To Shen Zhou, it was just a little game.
Suddenly, Li Jifeng burst into wild laughter!
