Lin Zifeng watched Zhang Mengjie brutally attack the assassin, his face expressionless.
"Squeak..."
This time, Zhang Mengjie had no patience for small talk, and the cold knife began to cut from the direction of his firm chest. After cutting through the muscles on his chest and ribs, she started to cut toward his fingers.
Blood had already stained the entire ground, spreading and extending outward...
The members of the Nantian Gang all arrived immediately, with hundreds of Martial Arts Society members stationed within a hundred meters around, preventing any passersby from witnessing the bloody scene.
"I... I'll talk! I'll talk!"
Finally, the assassin could no longer withstand Zhang Mengjie's cruel and bloody methods, the immense pain nearly making him experience the world's most terrifying agony.
