SWOOSH!
In a flash, Zhang Bin piloted the Flying Saucer and vanished without a trace.
"Bastard..." Ding Dang cried out in shame and fury, lying limp on the ground.
It was unclear if she hated Zhang Bin for undressing her or for leaving before he had finished.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Bin was back in his Yanjing villa.
Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue anxiously rushed to greet him, and Ma Rufei handed him a letter. Clearly, it had been sent by the Assassin Organization.
Zhang Bin glanced at it and read, "Zhang Bin, you have three days to commit suicide. Otherwise, all of your subordinates will become our assassination targets. Heh, you certainly have a lot of them. You own half of the Qingshan Hotel Group, which has many employees. The King of Gamblers Entertainment Co., Ltd. also has plenty of artists. And we know the two Zhang Bins are one and the same."
The signature, of course, was the Black Bell emblem.
