"Don't move."
Li Feng was thinking when suddenly a handgun materialized at the back of his head. Ryan glanced at Eiffel, who lay on the ground.
Damn it.
He hadn't expected that he hadn't killed the target yet and had run into another group of assassins here. Eiffel's death was truly unjust.
Buddy, I'll avenge you.
Ryan didn't shoot but instead drew the dagger from his leg and slashed towards Li Feng's throat. At that critical moment, Li Feng violently jerked his head backwards, slamming it into Ryan's groin.
At the same time, he stood up, lifted Ryan overhead, and flipped him down. Ryan tumbled over Li Feng and rolled away.
Li Feng touched his neck. He had nearly been hit in a vital spot. Ryan rolled for a bit and then crashed into a tree, halting his roll. Grimacing in pain, he got up and looked at Li Feng.
"You're Li."
