In the corner private room on the third floor of the Hope Inn, Liu Xing stood by the window, looking up at the distant sky, his expression solemn.
Mang Ci beside him said,
"It's only the second day, how come Mr. Eight is already here?"
Poison Snake said in an unusually serious tone,
"What happened in the City of Hope yesterday, Mr. Master should already know. Mr. Master probably estimates that we might not be able to complete the task of assassinating Yang Xiao, so he sent Mr. Eight to handle it personally."
"Liu Xing, do you think Yang Xiao can still escape with Mr. Eight taking action?" Mang Ci asked softly.
Liu Xing was silent for a moment, then said,
"I don't know, it depends on Yang Xiao's combat power. We hardly know anything about Yang Xiao, so it's a good chance to observe."
Poison Snake sneered and said,
"With Mr. Eight taking action, what's there to observe? Once Yang Xiao is dead, we can leave."
