"What's your name?" Chen Lin's voice was utterly calm, yet it rang out deep in the man's soul like a divine decree.
"W-Wang Hu..." The assassin's lips moved mechanically, his voice dry and hollow.
"Who sent you to kill Song Guoan?"
"I don't know..." Wang Hu's face was expressionless, like a puppet that could only answer questions. "I took the job through the Dark Web this afternoon. Anonymous employer. One million up front, another two million after the job was done."
"The Dark Web?" Chen Lin frowned slightly. He knew it was a lawless realm beyond the reach of the authorities.
"What did you do before this?"
"I'm a Class A Wanted Criminal. I committed a crime at the Southwestern Border three years ago, then had plastic surgery and became a professional assassin..."
Under the control of Clear Wind's powerful illusion, this professional assassin with blood-soaked hands laid bare every secret without holding anything back, as exposed and helpless as a stripped infant.
He really did deserve to die.
There was no trace of pity left in Chen Lin's heart.
Still, his failure to uncover the mastermind irritated him. On second thought, though, it didn't matter. Once Song Guoan woke up, he would surely know who wanted him dead. Chen Lin could settle all the scores then.
So, what should I do with this bastard?
Kill him outright? That would attract too much attention. All the cameras around the city would be a problem.
Chen Lin couldn't help smacking his forehead in frustration.
*Fuck! I'm such an idiot. Don't I have the Shape-Shifting Vajra Bracelet? That thing can change into any form. If I'd remembered sooner, I could've just turned into someone else, killed him, and tossed him into the Storage Ring without anyone knowing. Then I wouldn't have had