"Hehe, no need to be scared anymore. I've decided to spare your life. Go back and tell your boss, if he wants to play with me, I'm game. But next time, send over your best iron-blooded characters. Your lame skills are just a waste of my time. And you can take care of your partner's body yourself."
Lin Mu finished speaking, tossed the dagger he was holding to the ground, and returned to his beloved Bugatti Veyron. Luckily, during the gunfight, he had been using the enemy's car as cover, and his red Bugatti was unharmed. This just relieved Lin Mu, saving him repair costs and the hassle of fixing it—quite a win.
The iron-blooded guy stood there dumbfounded for a full minute before he snapped out of it and let out a long sigh of relief. Compared to the others, he was lucky not to be silenced by Lin Mu. But the thought of having to move a few of his companions' bodies gave him a shiver.
"Hey sis, get in the car, let's go." Lin Mu called to Man Luo, who was still in a daze next to him.
