The white-clothed woman continued, "Three rounds of stabbing, three rounds of chasing, three more rounds of soul-chasing and life-stealing, and if all those fail, then it's the ultimate massacre of the city."
That is to say, there would be a total of ten attacks. According to their escalating ratio, the number of people involved in the tenth attack would definitely be a terrifying figure. But Zhan Feilong still scornfully retorted with a hardened face: "If it's just a bunch of rubbish, no matter how many there are, it's useless!"
Zhan Feilong's purpose with this remark was to stimulate the two assassins to "put more heart" into it, but unfortunately, the two people opposite him sneered at his words. They didn't take him seriously at all.
Yang Ju moved closer to Zhan Feilong's ear and muttered softly, "Brother Long, didn't the media cause a stir a while ago about the assassination of the president of Jun Country? You can't be unaware of that."
