Lu Xian Yu was hit on his arm since he used it to block his chest. As a professional killer, he would always bring weapons with him. He dropped the plastic bag filled with canned beer before he dashed toward the man who was shooting at him.
Lu Xian Yu's speed was fast, like a flash of lightning that the man wasn't able to react that fast. In the next second, Lu Xian Yu's knife was already pointing at the man's throat. "Who sent you?"
The man felt shivers run down his spine when he heard Lu Xian Yu's icy tone.
He knew that Lu Xian Yu was a person who was not easy to handle and there was a possibility that he would be killed by him but despite that, he took the job. He laughed, "Do you think that I'll tell you about it?"
Because of Lu Xian Yu's sharp hearing, he was able to hear something ticking from the car. He didn't have to think what it was, he slit the man's throat in a flash before he ran away from the car.
