Liu Chen's voice was filled with indifference and thick disdain as he looked at the assassin on the bicycle.
Hearing Liu Chen's arrogant voice and seeing his indifferent expression, the assassin on the bicycle immediately became infuriated and tightly clutched the dagger in his hand.
"What are you, to point fingers and give orders to me? Even if my assassination fails now, as long as I cripple you, I'm not far from success!" the assassin on the bicycle said angrily, his face gloomy.
Liu Chen burst into laughter, looking at the assassin on the bicycle as if he were watching a fool.
"Your delusional disorder has already reached its late stage!"
"You brat, overestimating yourself!"
The assassin completely erupted. In front of Liu Chen, he couldn't even gain an advantage in words, which made him even more furious. Clutching the dagger, he charged at Liu Chen once again.
At that moment, Yan Jiajia, sitting in the car, showed an anxious expression and was full of worry for Liu Chen.
