With a bang, the assassin crashed hard onto the ground, then spat out a mouthful of blood. Looking up, the assassin stared at Jiang Xue, his gaze filled with hatred.
He never expected Jiang Xue to be so formidable, even more formidable than Mu Qiancheng. At this moment, he was filled with regret. Had he known this, he would never have taken the job.
However, it was too late for regrets now.
Jiang Xue's strike was heavy, and after the assassin fell to the ground, he couldn't even get up. Jiang Xue seemed not to notice the hatred in the assassin's eyes, then she turned to Mu Qiancheng and said, "Shall we hand him over to the police?"
"Sure, let's tie him up first and then make a call," Mu Qiancheng said as he stepped forward and dislocated the assassin's arm before going out to find some rope.
