Su Wanqiao approached the window, just in time to see, down below, Lin Shuang moving with lightning speed, one person against dozens.
Dozens of assassins wielding machetes, their murderous intent surging.
But Lin Shuang's movements were even faster, and each action he took… was done with ease and calm.
To him, killing was an art.
In the blink of an eye, all the assassins who had charged at him were lying defeated on the ground.
Blood had stained the long street below red.
Lin Shuang alone had wiped out the entire group.
He crouched down, seemingly interrogating one of the assassins, and after the interrogation… he mercilessly finished off the opponent with a single strike.
Witnessing this scene, Ning Jinyu turned pale with complex emotions. How could this driver possess such terrifying skills?
After finishing the interrogation outside the window, Lin Shuang stood up and walked into the psychological counseling clinic.
