That night, the lighting was dim, visibility was low.
The westerner turned his head and looked, but couldn't clearly see the man's face. He frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm the target you guys are planning to kill this time, don't recognize me?"
Zhang Xian walked under a street light and stopped, "Now, I'm giving you guys a chance to live. Lure out the higher-ups in your organization for me, otherwise, you're all going down."
"Haha..."
The muscular man burst into laughter, "Kid, are you joking with us? You want to kill us all by yourself? This isn't a joke, you know?"
"Your Chinese sucks."
Zhang Xian looked at the muscular man, "Can you just shut your filthy mouth?"
"You're looking for death!"
The muscular man was enraged. He suddenly took a few steps forward, rapidly covering six or seven meters to Zhang Xian, and threw his fist out heavily.
"Calling yourself an assassin with this caliber?"
