The thug approached nonchalantly, the knife in his hand dancing around as if he wasn't the least bit on guard.
At that moment, he suddenly looked towards Lu Xiaobu and his group, frowning, "There are actually some who aren't afraid of death! Well, if that's the case, sit down and behave!"
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Lu Xiaobu and his companions.
The knife in his hand, for his mission this time, was nothing but a toy!
He and his partner came with the thought of dying together; thus, as long as it didn't affect their mission, nothing else mattered to them!
Seeing this scene, Zhang Meng and Li Jin breathed a sigh of relief.
It was good that the attack wasn't targeted at Young Master; as for the others, well, that was another story.
"Hey, Black Hand, you seem pretty calm, huh!"
The thug sat down in front of the Russian who hadn't budged, acting like he'd bumped into an old friend.
"From this distance, I can kill you in one-quarter of a second."
