"Zhang Teng will take action tonight." Xiao Lin did not bother to consider the authenticity of this information; regardless of the truth, he would go. "Where is he now?"
"Jingshan!" Consort Ling's long eyelashes fluttered, and the gauze in her hands was slightly yellowed. "I can go alone."
"Killing him doesn't solve the problem." Xiao Lin squinted his eyes, and a faint murderous aura emanated from them: "Where is Poison Dragon now?"
"In the nearest five-star hotel to Jingshan, staying with him is the boss of the Southeast Asian assassin group, named Elder Guo. This person is ruthless, and no one is clear about his skills. There aren't many who can command him, and his strength is still being assessed."
"Elder Guo? How does he compare to you?" Xiao Lin lit a cigarette; he still had plenty of time and wasn't in a hurry.
"About the same, maybe slightly better." Consort Ling made a cautious conclusion; there was no possibility of a direct comparison.
