The night was exceptionally tranquil, and under the flickering neon lights, the entire city appeared dazzling and colorful.
At this moment, in a rather secluded apartment in LA City, a short-haired man with bulging muscles was sitting on a chair, making a phone call.
If one observed closely, they would realize that this man was the sniper who had just been chased by Lu Yu!
"Hey, I've taken care of Lu Jingchuan, almost had the truth exposed by him."
The man spoke in a bland tone as he lit a cigarette for himself, taking a deep drag and blowing out a puff of white smoke.
"Well done."
A raspy voice came from the other end of the call, evidently processed for disguise: "You didn't leave any traces this time, right?"
"No, rest assured, the bullets are custom-made by me, impossible to trace back. Those cops definitely won't track me down." The man replied coolly, his words filled with calmness: "On the contrary, the surviving kid from the Lu Family is quite troublesome!"
"Oh?"
