Several assassins quickly charged out. Lin Tian feigned a punch and rapidly dodged to the left, then a switchblade knife suddenly shot out from the center of the assassins, whistling through the air.
The switchblade, like an arrow off its string, seemed almost to have eyes of its own, striking Li Qing dead center in the forehead without deviation.
Li Qing didn't even have a chance to grunt before he was killed instantly, his body falling to the ground lifeless, yet still wearing a look of disdain towards Lin Tian.
Death like this was also good, a merciful death without suffering.
"What?"
Liang Dong cried out in alarm, not expecting Lin Tian to be so fierce that he could kill Li Qing with one throw, even amidst the heavy encirclosure of assassins.
Liang Dong, sweating all over, quickly hid behind a large, foolish man, genuinely afraid that Lin Tian would kill him with a throw as well.
