Although Cohen is not the top assassin, he prides himself on his combat skills and marksmanship.
But in front of Zhuo Junyue, Cohen feels like a measly devil, while the man standing in front of him is like an Asura who has the power to decide the fate of others.
Holding his arm, Cohen said, "If you want to meet our boss, you should at least prove your worth."
Zhuo Junyue opened the box and a few seconds later, quickly shut it again.
Before Cohen could take another look, Zhuo Junyue had already closed the box.
Judging by the shape, it seemed identical to the blueprints they had.
His daughter was now in their custody, Zhuo Junyue wouldn't dare play any tricks.
Cohen initiated a video call, but the person Zhuo Junyue saw on the screen was probably wearing a mask.
People like them would never let anyone see their real faces.
"Hello, Mr. Zhuo..."
Shitian, with a smirk on his face, waved at Zhuo Junyue as warmly as if they were long-lost friends.
