The assassin looked down and, despite his strong mental fortitude, was given a huge fright; a fall from here would certainly mean death.
Then, a chilling voice reached his ear, "I don't care who you are, but now you only have one choice, tell me who sent you, or..."
Ren Feifan's voice trailed off with a smile at the corner of his mouth as he suddenly reached out his hand, causing the assassin to plummet rapidly!
The howling wind at his ear was terrifying to the extreme.
Assassins are human too, and at this moment, his face turned deathly pale, and his whole body trembled.
How could one possibly survive such a fall!
Almost instantly, Ren Feifan thrust out his hand violently and grabbed hold of the man's clothes, stopping him from falling any further.
"How does it feel? Ready to tell me now?" A smile played on Ren Feifan's lips.
"Wan Zhengjun! It's Wan Zhengjun! The Shanhai Group's Wan Zhengjun, offering sixty-three million for our Dark Night Team to..."
