Lin Fan's words gave Tony Smith an eerie feeling, as if Lin Fan could control his sniping, pointing and shooting wherever he wanted.
How could it be?
Tony Smith shook his head, forcing himself to calm down. Lin Fan was formidable, but no matter how formidable he was, he wasn't an Immortal. How could he control his sniping?
However, once this thought formed, even though he felt it was absurd, Tony Smith still had deep misgivings.
There's always a chance, no matter how small.
What if?
What if his sniper's next shot really hit him?
He couldn't gamble with his life.
"So, Mr. Smith, if there's nothing else, I'll be going," Lin Fan said with a smile.
Smith's forehead was sweaty; he never expected himself to be intimidated by a young man, unable to make a move.
But if he just let Lin Fan leave, it would mean he would never know who the target was. His son would be identified in court the next day by the target.
