"Boss, there should have been five assassins, all dealt with."
The phone rang, and Xiao Chen glanced down at it.
He then stepped toward the truck driver.
Pulled him out of the truck.
"Who sent you?"
The truck driver was lucky to be alive, only lightly injured. It was clear he often did these kinds of jobs—his protective measures were thorough.
"Heh, don't even think about finding out."
The truck driver looked at the assassins lying dead on the ground. Black blood dripped from his mouth—he was dead.
Xiao Chen sighed. "If you don't want to talk, then fine. I never said I had to kill you. As for who sent you, do you really think I won't figure it out sooner or later?"
The sound of police sirens filled the air.
Xiao Chen chuckled bitterly. As expected of Jijing—the public awareness here was top-notch.
He sighed before dialing Zhuang Han.
He asked for Yama Hall to come and handle the situation.
