Having heard Ye Wutian's words, Fang Yong's body had already gone limp, and looking at his greedy fear of death, he was nothing like a qualified assassin.
Ye Wutian didn't linger, he casually extracted the Silver Needle from Fang Yong's right shoulder, and then thrust it directly into the nape of Fang Yong's neck.
Fang Yong only felt a burst of intense pain in his neck, followed by a stiffness in the lower half of his body, completely immobilized.
After subduing Fang Yong, Ye Wutian tossed him out over the wall as if throwing a ball.
It wasn't long before the clamoring voice of Hei Long rose from outside the wall:
Ye Wutian's lips curled slightly, silently praising Hei Long's wit, then he darted into the villa…
"I, Ma Chen, am not very patient. I expect an answer within a minute," Ma Chen warned impatiently in the conference room, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the table, as if counting down the time.
