Zhou Qingyuan was right; Sha Lang actually did enjoy nailing people up.
It was a signature of his assassin career, as well as proof that he was different from the ordinary Mad Dog.
"Try not to do this anymore," Xiao Ming said, "because from today on, you're no longer a professional killer."
"I only know how to kill," Sha Lang said coldly, sounding quite cool.
Xiao Ming revealed a smile, "No, your learning ability far exceeds your imagination. In the future, you will do many things and definitely excel at them. I have great confidence in this.
Of course, working for me, you might still have to kill people, so you must abandon this signature killing method to avoid attracting the cops' attention and implicate me. Understand?"
Sha Lang pursed his knife-sharp, thin lips, "Xing..."
"You heard everything I said on the phone just now. After dark, Xing will arrive in Longyin."
