He grew even more afraid for a moment.
"It's the mission." Old Tian ignored the trembling Oil Rat and nodded, saying, "In the space-time mission, it's stipulated that he must be killed within 15 days, and four days have already passed.
And if I kill him, I can return."
"That's perfect, it fits the plan." Zhang Feng turned left, "You complete the mission, I'll take care of the loose ends."
"Alright!" Old Tian smiled and pulled out a steel pipe from under his seat.
At the same time.
Five kilometers away.
At a rundown small factory.
An enclosure surrounded the factory, inside which were three parked cars, and beside them, some oil barrels and hoses.
Inside the factory.
The area was quite open, with only a large table set inside, along with several sofas.
At this moment, beside the large table.
A bald man with a shiny head was looking at a sturdy big fellow opposite him, who was eating skewers.
"Hey, big brother, are you sure someone's coming to kill me?"
