Less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed between the start of the assassination attempt on Zou Feng and his successful counter-kill.
Meanwhile, everyone else was busy fighting the fire, so no one came to this remote corner of the warehouse.
This meant Zou Feng still had plenty of time to stage the scene.
The main reason he had turned the tables so easily was that his opponents had been operating on bad intel.
After all, no one knew that his greatest trump card was the Five Poison Skill.
And of course, that was a trump card he needed to keep up his sleeve.
A moment later, his sinister smile faded, and Zou Feng immediately dragged the two assassins' bodies to new positions.
He had to create a different narrative.
Namely, that he had been ambushed, pushed to his absolute limit, and sustained grievous injuries, only barely managing to kill his assailants by a stroke of luck.
