"Run!"
To ensure a 100% success rate for this mission, Cheng Baiye had arranged thirteen assassins outside, the most elite under his command.
To cultivate them, he spent countless funds.
Exhausting immense effort, these confidants can't die by this kid's hand!
Roaring, Cheng Baiye wanted to call his men back before Xu Fan acted.
However, his shout was still a fraction of a second too late.
The thirteen peanuts floating in Xu Fan's palm moved.
Like Buddha picking a flower, Xu Fan's wrist shook, and under the wrap of spiritual power, the thirteen peanuts shot out!
With a ping, they pierced the distant floor-to-ceiling window, leaving a long tail in the night.
This scene happened within a second.
The fragile peanuts in Xu Fan's hands surpassed guns in both speed and lethality!
How strong must he be to kill like this?
Cheng Baiye suddenly found himself stumped by this question.
"Third Master! Our... our men have all... all perished, what... what do we do now..."
