"Today is the day you die." The assassin stepped forward, stepped on Liu Zhongyong's chest, and then pointed a gun at Liu Zhongyong.
Liu Zhongyong wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, smiled, said nothing, and just slowly closed his eyes.
With his eyes closed, Liu Zhongyong was clearly waiting for death to fall upon him. He originally thought he was prepared to handle the crisis, but what he didn't expect was the audacity and readiness of the opponent, who came with a gun, leaving Liu Zhongyong no power to resist.
"Ha ha, quite lively, isn't it!"
A teasing voice came from the back of the crowd.
For the assassins, they were especially alert. Hearing unfamiliar voice from behind, the group of men turned to look back.
And at this time, Liu Zhongyong also opened his eyes. Upon seeing the person approaching, Liu Zhongyong frowned, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for survival.
Indeed, the guy coming over was none other than Lin Mu.
