The clown masked man stood up straight and looked at Kendall, his voice hoarse, "The reaction speed is good."
He spoke English and spoke very clearly.
"Who sent you to kill me?" Kendall asked–coldly with sharp eyes.
"Can I change the opening statement in my next life?" The clown masked man spread his hands helplessly,
"Nine out of ten targets will ask me this sentence. I really have heard enough."
"Yes, but I have to send it off first." You go to the next life and wait." Kendall flicked his wrist, his face gradually covered with a horrifying murderous look, showing the same bloodthirsty eyes as the clown masked man.
"You are also… a killer, oh, it seems that the employer has concealed some key information." The clown masked man slowly put the knife back into its sheath.
