Seeing this, the assassin froze. He was stunned by the terrifying precision of Lin Kuang's marksmanship—it was absolutely frightening.
After all, the six elders of Dark Blood had already fallen at Lin Kuang's hand. Anyone who still dared attempt his assassination was an ace with real skill; who else would have the courage? This particular assassin, a man in his thirties, was also quite notorious in the country. He wasn't a member of Dark Blood, however; he was a lone wolf.
He, too, was tempted by the ten-billion bounty, but he also aimed to take down Lin Kuang. Just imagine the prestige he would earn by killing him. After all, Lin Kuang was the King of the Underworld. Taking him out would certainly cause one's reputation to skyrocket.
Of course, the man was overestimating his own abilities. His skills were nothing compared to Lin Kuang's—the gap between them was too vast to even compare.
"Since you came for money, then you can die for it!"
