He wanted to run, but there was a dead end ahead; he had nowhere to run.
"Bastard! Who the hell are you? This is a secret base of the Qimen Palace, and I am a ground-ranked assassin of the Qimen Palace!"
"You..."
Zhang Xiaofan didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. With one step, he appeared instantly in front of the assassin.
A massive fist, charged with a domineering aura, slammed into the assassin's right shoulder.
Crack!
Splurt!
The entire right shoulder instantly turned into a mist of blood.
"Where are they?"
Zhang Xiaofan's deathly gaze fell upon the ground-ranked assassin.
At that moment, the assassin was writhing in agony, his face distorted with pain.
A cloak of fear of death enveloped him.
Zhang Xiaofan's hand, like a dragon's claw, clutched at the assassin's throat.
He effortlessly lifted him up, the assassin offering no resistance whatsoever.
Zhang Xiaofan was truly too strong!
