His name is Chasing Wind, the ninety-second-ranked assassin on the international assassin list.
The elite of assassins!
Before receiving Jiang Limou's order, Zhui Feng was beating up Xiao Jibo in a private room on the second floor of the SEVEN bar.
Of course, he wouldn't be killed, but Xiao Jibo's legs were completely crippled, and he would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
The smell of blood on his body came from the dried blood on his fists.
Who do you want to kill?
Zhui Feng's deep, hoarse voice was filled with indifference and cruelty.
Even a severe beating of Xiao Jibo could not quell the violence within him.
"I don't want him to die so easily."
Jiang Limou said venomously, "Can you really make him suffer the most painful things in the world, until he begs you to kill him?"
"certainly!"
Zhui Feng nodded emphatically.
His eyes were cold and ruthless to the extreme.
He had already vowed that no matter who the next target was, he would utterly crush them!
Jiang Limou's request was exactly what he wanted!
Snap.
Jiang Limou lit the last cigarette in the pack, took a deep drag, then took out his phone, unlocked it, found the photos, and turned the screen towards Zhuifeng.
"Kill the man, capture the woman and give her to me, the reward is three million!"
Zhui Feng's gaze fell on the screen, and his ferocious expression froze.
Perhaps feeling he hadn't seen clearly, he rubbed his eyes, widened them again, and leaned closer to take a closer look.
Jiang Limou was very dissatisfied: "Are you nearsighted? Now I'm starting to question your professionalism."
How can an assassin be nearsighted?
How can someone who doesn't even meet the professional requirements be a hitman?
After staring intently for a long time, Zhui Feng was filled with despair.
He pointed at the two people on the screen who looked like a perfect couple, his voice trembling slightly: "You want to kill them?"
"Are you even professional? Can you handle this? If not, give me my deposit back!"
Bang!
No sooner had Jiang Limou finished speaking than Zhui Feng's bloodied fist slammed heavily into his face.
Jiang Limou was stunned, his ears ringing incessantly.
"I'm not a professional!"
Bang!
"I can't do it!"
Bang!
"You've ruined me! You've all ruined me!"
Zhui Feng, in a fit of hysteria, unleashed a flurry of wild punches on the semi-conscious Jiang Limou.
As she yelled, her voice choked with sobs: "Why are you trying to harm me? Do you know how difficult it is for me to make a living in this industry? The economic climate is bad, there's fierce competition, income is decreasing... I'm already in such a miserable state, and you still want to hurt me! How can you all be so cruel?"
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