The old bastard was ruthless enough to kill his own bodyguard without blinking an eye. Ye Fan and Jiang Yue, two great experts, never expected Zhu Xiaotian to play such a trick. Now, even reporting to the police would be useless. Poison Hand was dead, and there was no one to point the finger at Zhu Xiaotian. Even if the police arrived, as long as one bodyguard stepped forward to take the blame, claiming they killed Poison Hand, Zhu Xiaotian would be unscathed.
Moreover, Zhu Xiaotian was wearing gloves, so there were no fingerprints of his on the dagger, only the bodyguard's.
This old fox's schemes were meticulous and airtight.
"Zhu Xiaotian, you really are ruthless, not even sparing your own men," Ye Fan said coldly. He and Jiang Yue had been careless just now, allowing Zhu Xiaotian to seize the opportunity to kill Poison Hand. Jiang Yue cursed under his breath, "Damn it, I thought this old geezer wanted to have a go at us."
