"How... how do you know?" The assassin was stunned...
"Haha, I know a bit about medicine. Let's go to the club ahead and wash up, shall we? I imagine someone of your National Martial Arts eight-section level wouldn't want to smell like this," Ye Hao said with a smile.
The eight-section assassin glanced warily at Ye Hao.
Ye Hao just smiled without saying anything and walked forward towards the leisure club.
The eight-section assassin watched Ye Hao leave like that without saying a word and followed his silhouette.
Honestly, he didn't want to live like a beggar anymore; his money was frozen, his identity was hunted, and his body was severely injured.
Dai Ri's prowess was undeniable; one palm strike had left him in pain for so long.
Ye Hao entered the leisure club, got two rooms, and the eight-section assassin who followed almost got stopped.
Ye Hao simply tossed a key over to the eight-section assassin, and the people didn't stop him.
