Chen Fei didn't personally execute the man who had once tried to assassinate him. There was simply no need; Amotig could do it for him. The moment Chen Fei stepped out of the seaside hotel room, a muffled groan and the sound of gushing blood echoed from within… However, the hand that dealt the blow wasn't Amotig's. The Child of Light had ended his own life, choosing a painless death.
As a ruthless assassin who took pleasure in the thrill of the kill and its monetary rewards, he, the Child of Light, had perhaps long foreseen his end would be like this. Aren't there a few old sayings in Huaxia? "Heaven watches what you do; it's not that retribution won't come, its time is just not yet."
When the curtains finally closed on this matter, Chen Fei boarded a flight home. He would fly from Cyprus to Dubai, and then transfer for a flight back to his country.
