Apart from the assassin with the gun, Xiao Han didn't kill anyone else.
There were too many people here, and it was not convenient for him to act.
"Brother's great virtue," Ling Tong exclaimed as he watched the scene, his face full of admiration.
Xiao Han was speechless, if he could be considered as someone of great virtue, that would truly be ironic. He didn't even know how many people's blood was on his hands; others not calling him a demon was already good enough,
If there hadn't been so many people around, he would have already started killing.
He grabbed someone's arm and asked coldly, "Who sent you to kill me?"
To Xiao Han's surprise, as soon as he asked the question, fresh blood flowed from the corner of the person's mouth, and he had already breathed his last.
This was a Death Soldier, a flash of sharpness appeared in Xiao Han's eyes.
