The assassin lurking in the shadows had already drawn close enough to Chen Nan. Before making his move, however, he still needed to confirm one thing.
This was a job that required technical skill. Naturally, he could not kill the wrong person.
It was not that he cared whether he killed an ordinary person. Rather, he felt that if his skills were used on the wrong target, it would be as though the person he stabbed had gotten the better of him.
Therefore, every time he took on a job, he made an extremely careful confirmation.
What a pity, such a promising youngster, the assassin thought. But when you take someone's money, you must rid them of their troubles. That has been the rule since ancient times, and it is also the "way" of us assassins. Kid, when you enter the netherworld, remember this: the one who paid to have you killed is named Wang Bodan, and the middleman is called Zhang Hua.
The reason this assassin said those words in his heart at this moment was that once he struck, the target would be declared dead anyway, and would not hear him.
Once those words were finished, it was as if the ritual had been completed, and he launched his assassination.
For an instant, the space in the darkness seemed to ripple like water. Then, from the gloom, two daggers stabbed respectively toward Chen Nan's heart and liver.
Chen Nan had been waiting for precisely this moment. When a person attacked without reservation, that was also when his defenses were at their weakest.
That was why Chen Nan wanted this opportunity.
A thunderstorm suddenly erupted, shooting outward from Chen Nan in all directions like countless wildly dancing electric serpents.
The assassin was in the middle of throwing his entire