Entering the 'Wagangnai' territory, Xiao Lin deliberately slowed the car down to a sprinting speed, intending to give someone a time buffer. Yet, upon noticing in the rearview mirror the black-clad figures closing in on him, he slowed down even more.
Xiao Lin's dark eyes narrowed slightly. Having just dealt with two people, there were now dozens. The person who wanted him dead seemed to know his movements intimately, or maybe they had stationed assassins in every possible location he might appear. If he hadn't come here, would these people have waited endlessly? How considerate of them.!
The aggressive attack was unlikely to be the work of Murong Lengyue. What benefit would someone bent on his demise gain from this? There were only a few possible players involved. Xiao Lin sneered, taking a deep breath, the coldness on his lips intensifying.
Swish! Swish swish!
