Upon seeing the business vehicle that Mo Huasong was riding in being hit, the assassin who was on the opposite rooftop was considering another bombing. However, Mo Huasong was already in front of him.
"Who ordered you to come here?" Mo Huasong's eyes were filled with profound killing intent.
As long as his family was threatened, Mo Huasong would never let the culprit go, he would make them regret it.
Seeing the intended target standing right before him, the assassin was taken aback, he hastily drew his handgun, planning to shoot at Mo Huasong.
"Swish."
With a quick swipe of his Little Black Knife, the hand holding the gun fell to the ground.
"Ah!" The assassin, seeing his arm on the ground, was alarmed and turned and ran toward the staircase.
Mo Huasong scoffed, "Think you can run?"
With another wave of his Little Black Knife, the assassin's other arm fell off too.
He couldn't run anymore as the pain caused him to collapse on the ground, shrieking.
