Yanjing.
"What, all assassins annihilated and the mission still incomplete?" Boss Xing slammed his palm onto the wooden table in front of him, and the solid wooden table instantly shattered into pieces, scattering across the floor.
"Boss Xing, it seems the abilities of your subordinates are quite average." Across Boss Xing, a black-clad woman sat; witnessing the scene before her eyes, she didn't show a hint of fear—as if it was not a table that was smashed, but a mere piece of paper.
"I think, it's the hospital information you provided that was faulty," Boss Xing said in a low voice, coldly staring at the woman in front of him.
"Boss Xing, you happen to be the first to dare doubt our Wang Family," the woman retorted with a laugh, not angry but her voice even more chilling. Indeed, it was a kind of overwhelming presence.
"Ha-ha, just a joke," Boss Xing quickly changed his tone, smiling as he spoke.
