"What do you think?"
Chen Feng retorted, putting away his knife. The Gun Emperor's strength lay in his marksmanship, not in hand-to-hand combat. If he could be bested by him turning the tables, Chen Feng might as well buy a block of tofu to smash his own head in.
"As long as you're willing to spare my life, I... I can work for you." Everybody fears death, even Leng Xiao was no exception. He watched Chen Feng warily, but his mouth was pleading for mercy.
A smirk appeared on Chen Feng's face. Originally, he had a bit of admiration for the Gun Emperor, but it turned out he was just another cowardly, self-serving person. Today he betrayed someone else; tomorrow he would betray Chen Feng. Only a fool would keep a disloyal assassin around.
"Sorry, old pal Gun Emperor, I don't think you could be of any use to me. Kill someone? I don't need it... And you dared to attack my people; just for that, you deserve to die!"
