"Liao Shishi, protect my wife and child well. If anything happens, you'll be the only one held accountable!"
Mo Han took a deep breath and glanced towards the teahouse not far away.
His intuition told him that the mastermind behind tonight's events was hiding there.
"Yes!"
Liao Shishi nodded firmly, immediately arranging for bodyguards to surround Luo Ning and Mo Xiaochen, cautiously retreating back to the Sofitel Hotel.
Inside the teahouse, Nie Jiu, who had just been wearing a complacent expression, suddenly turned ashen.
Four assassins had fallen in just the blink of an eye?
His brows furrowed slightly as he picked up his binoculars for another careful look.
But just then, Mo Han, standing at the entrance of the Sofitel Hotel, suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing as he looked straight at him.
"Not good!"
Nie Jiu cursed inwardly, and without a second thought, he dropped the binoculars and jumped straight down from the third floor of the teahouse.
