Lin Chen held a wrench in his hand, his gaze cold as he looked at the two men.
"Kid, we are assassins with codes of conduct, even if you kill us, we won't spill a word," Tian Lang said coldly.
"Is that so? Assassins with codes of conduct." Lin Chen snorted coldly, suddenly swinging the wrench in his hand and smashing it into Tian Lang's face.
"Bang!"
"Ah! My mouth!"
Tian Lang's mouth instantly sprayed with blood, nearly all his teeth shattered by Lin Chen's blow, spilling out one by one onto the ground.
Di Lang, standing to the side, trembled with fear, viewing this guy as nothing short of a demon.
Lin Chen, weighing the bloodied wrench in his hand, looked at Di Lang: "So, are you also an assassin with codes of conduct?"
"No, no," Di Lang's head wagged like a tambourine.
"Then speak," Lin Chen said with a cold laugh.
"Di Lang, you've forgotten the rules of the organization!" Tian Lang shouted angrily.
