Jiang Siming found it laughable.
"You two have this kind of ability. You could have served your country, lived openly, and enjoyed financial security, but you chose not to."
"With your abilities, if you were truly driven to desperation, becoming mercenaries overseas wouldn't have been a problem either."
"And now you're telling me that assassinating me was unavoidable, and asking me to let you go for the sake of our shared Chinese heritage. Don't you find that laughable?"
Jiang Siming spoke word by word, staring directly at the two men. The two Chinese assassins didn't dare meet his eyes, their consciences clearly troubled.
"But you didn't have to involve our families, did you? Trouble shouldn't be visited on one's family!" another Chinese assassin said.
Jiang Siming sneered. "When you assassinated my family, did you ever think that trouble shouldn't be visited on one's family?"
Everyone was instantly rendered speechless.
"I'm too lazy to say anything more. I hope you enjoy yourselves on this planet. Starting today, I'll find and kill one person every seven days. You'd better pray that you aren't the first one I find. Enjoy yourselves here."
The moment Jiang Siming finished speaking, he vanished into thin air.
All the assassins who were still alive could hardly believe their eyes. A living person had just disappeared into thin air.
Was this man human or a ghost?
"He must have used a projection. Don't forget, his company can create games with holographic projections. This is nothing difficult for him."
A highly intelligent assassin analyzed the situation.
Everyone's eyes lit up. Yes, that had to be it. The analysis made perfect sense.
"Then where are we now? He just said he hoped we'd enjoy ourselves on this planet. What does 'this planet' mean? Could we be on an alien planet?"