Three Life-taking Silver Needles, under the lamplight, were gleaming with a cold blue light, clearly coated with potent poison. Even a scratch could lead to poisoning and death.
Li Yuntian perhaps had not expected to be assassinated on his own turf, and he actually sat there motionless. Everyone who had entered the private room had been searched, so logically, security shouldn't have been a problem.
Just as the silver needles were about ten centimeters away from Li Yuntian, suddenly a book flew over, blocking in front of Li Yuntian. All three needles shot into the book simultaneously. This weighty tome was exquisitely bound, with a cover made from sandalwood. It was so thick that not even a bullet, let alone silver needles, could possibly penetrate it.
The assassin had failed, and this had been his only chance.
There was a "bang" of a gunshot, and Li Chonghu had already hit the assassin's shoulder.
"Take him alive!" Li Yuntian commanded in a deep voice.
