"Is this the best the assassins you and Ye Fei trained can do? You're a disgrace to the Assassination Squad!"
Zhou Fan, now armed with a dagger he'd taken from an enemy, smirked contemptuously. He glanced at the dead men on the ground, then fixed his disdainful gaze on Viper.
"A disgrace? But you're injured too, aren't you?" Viper sneered, not even sparing a look at the six or seven men Zhou Fan had killed. Even though Zhou Fan had just wiped out nearly half his men, they had managed to wear him down and inflict three or four wounds.
"For a dozen or so of us to injure the Nether King of Weizhen International... it's worth it!" Viper continued. With a wave of his hand, his men spread out again, slowly encircling Zhou Fan. At the same time, Viper himself shifted almost imperceptibly to his left, clearing a line of sight for the hidden sniper who was aiming at Zhou Fan.
