Xu Wenqian blushed and stammered, unable to speak.
Zhou Wang pulled Xu Wenqian to the sofa by the window and sat down. He lit a cigarette for himself and nodded to Lin Feng, "Go ahead."
"Mr. Zhou, Bao Jin wasn't lying. He was indeed being used to a certain degree. As for the young man with the knife, he barely qualifies as a rookie professional hitman..."
"Professional hitman?"
Zhou Wang bared his teeth at this phrase and couldn't help but interrupt, "Even someone so inept can be a professional hitman?"
He recalled the scene where he kicked the guy flying and felt it couldn't be right... If he was a professional hitman, wouldn't that make me the King of Killers?
"Uh, Mr. Zhou, you might have some misconceptions about this profession. You see, the scenes in movies are artistically enhanced. In reality, dealing with ordinary people doesn't require high-level skills; it's more about the preparation beforehand..."
