Tang Ming didn't speak, instead he secretly cultivated his energy, ready to take action. It's a rare chance to confront this guy and determine superiority.
"Kid, you've got some skills, but I'm not joking with you."
Left Hand pouted, took a drag of his cigarette, and slightly pressed down the cleaver in his right hand.
"Ah!"
Huangfu Tieling screamed with eyes wide open, a line of blood appeared on his neck.
"Stop! You're the world's top assassin, why help this scum?"
Seeing this stance, Tang Ming was terrified. That guy didn't directly attack Huangfu Tieling; just a motion with the cleaver injured Huangfu Tieling's vital area, surpassing his understanding.
"Since you know I'm an assassin, naturally it's about money."
Left Hand pouted disdainfully: "I can't be bothered with your nonsense, give the antidote now."
"Alright!"
Tang Ming nodded, walking over to Hua Luoying.
"Hahaha! You should just kill me, I seek death!"
