Leaving the bar, Ling Chen walked to the roadside, preparing to get into his car. However, hearing the sound of footsteps, he shook his head helplessly; this woman really didn't know when to stop. Thereupon, he turned around and said, "Xia…"
No sooner had he spoken than his eyes suddenly sharpened, and his body involuntarily swerved to the side. In the instant he made his evasive move, a sharp crossbow arrow whizzed past, nearly grazing his ear as it flew by his cheek.
Damn! He thought Xia Mutong had followed him, but it turned out to be an assassin—a rookie assassin at that—who couldn't even seize such a perfect opportunity.
Having missed the first shot, the assassin panicked, fumbling to reload the crossbow arrow, preparing to aim once more. Ling Chen curled his lips into a smirk and casually strolled over, reassuringly saying, "Don't rush. Take it slow. Hey, you're aiming the arrowhead off-target. There, that's better."
