He Qiang's words were ice cold and merciless.
Even disdainful.
He didn't take Qin Tian seriously at all.
Of course, as the fourth-ranked member of the Ghost Blade Organization, He Qiang had the arrogance to back it up. In the eleven assassination missions he had taken on, not a single one had failed!
Among them were martial arts masters, special police elites... all of them were extraordinarily skilled individuals.
To him, Qin Tian, who looked to be in his twenties, was just a greenhorn whose feathers had yet to come in, not worth mentioning.
"Die quietly? Do you take me for a fool, or are you the joker?"
Qin Tian sneered, "I've never seen someone so boastful with a blade on their back like you before."
"Today, you will witness it!"
Suddenly, He Qiang's voice turned cold, and then, without any warning, his body moved swiftly towards Qin Tian, throwing a punch without so much as a word!
