"Master Lin, do you really wish for a fight to the bitter end with my Qiao Family?" Qiao Tianhao glared angrily at Lin Mu, a hint of madness flickering in his eyes.
Lin Mu glanced indifferently at the surroundings of the Qiao Mansion and chuckled. "If you think those snipers hiding around here are enough to deal with me, I suggest you abandon that hope."
The Qiao Mansion was encircled by artificial hills. The trees were lush, perfect for concealment. At this moment, within those rockeries and the forest, at least dozens of snipers were hidden. Their dark muzzles were firmly trained on Lin Mu, fingers resting quietly on the triggers.
At a single command from Qiao Tianhao, these snipers, hired at great expense, would immediately open fire to assassinate Lin Mu.
So what if he's a Grandmaster? Can he be faster than a bullet? With so many snipers equipped with the finest gear, can he, Lin Wudi, truly be impervious to blades and bullets?
