1680: C1680 The Villain Die of Talking too Much

C1680 The Villain Die of Talking too Much

People are so weird sometimes. He clearly told the truth, but he didn't believe it. He clearly told lies, but he firmly believed it.

Just like the situation in front of him, Lin Fann was taunted by the killer even though he said that he was a warrior with hidden strength and was speaking the truth. Could it be that just because he was an ordinary person, he believed that he would be happy?

"Bro, you can't be bragging like this, if you blow it too hard, it will explode."

Lin Fann's expression was filled with helplessness: "You're clearly at the middle stage of the Bright Strength, yet you claim that you have the strength of the Dissolving Strength, aren't you just blatantly bullshitting me?"

"Lin Fann, how long can you act cool in front of me?"

Step by step, he walked towards Lin Fann. The man's expression became more and more malicious, "Alright, I've already answered your questions, now I can send you on your way."

As he walked over, a sharp knife appeared in his hand. When he was less than a meter away from Lin Fann, he suddenly stomped on the ground and threw himself forward.

His speed was as fast as a gust of wind.

He might not be the most powerful assassin in the organization, but he was definitely the fastest. It was also because of his speed that he was very efficient in completing the mission.

He tried to think, but before the target could react, he had already begun his attack. By the time the target reacted, he was bleeding profusely.

This was what he relied on!

In the killer's mind, this operation would be as successful as usual. The result of Lin Fann acting tough would be instant death.

Dong ~

The expected sound of a knife cutting into flesh did not ring out. Instead, it sounded like something had been broken. Ye Zichen looked down with a frown, and what entered his eyes made the assassin widen his eyes.

His right hand had snapped.

Although he still had the knife in his hand, he could no longer feel any strength. The soft wrist kept falling, and just the slightest movement caused a sharp pain.

What just happened? How could this happen?

Given his speed and strength, it was impossible for him to make such a low level mistake. The correct thing to do was that Lin Fann died, not that his hand broke.

"Bro, what are you doing? Do you want to play self-mutilation? "

Looking at the hitman's fractured right hand, Lin Fann took out the knife: "Didn't you say you were going to kill me? I was fine before you got hurt."

"Lin Fann, you …"

Just when he wanted to curse, he found out that Lin Fann was holding onto a knife, so he quickly backed off in fright. When they were two meters away from each other, the fear in their hearts faded a little.

Damn it, what happened to him just now?

He possessed the strength of the middle stage of the Bright Strength, but the instant he was stared at by Lin Fann just now, he felt a kind of fear. It was as if Lin Fann could kill him at any time he wanted to.

"Bro, why are you hiding so far away? Are you scared?"

Lin Fann waved the knife and threw it away. He spread his hands and said, "It's okay now, I don't have a weapon anymore."

Humiliation, an obvious humiliation!

Lin Fann's actions were like a slap to his face. He was humiliating his dignity as an assassin. His killing weapon had actually been taken away by the target. If this were to spread out, how could he continue on?

"Lin Fann, you've successfully angered me."

With a sinister gaze looking at Lin Fann, the killer coldly snorted, "I will let you know how I killed you step by step. I will torture you slowly."

"The villains all die from talking too much, do you want to do this too?"2

Lin Fann twitched his mouth and gestured: "Don't waste time, hurry up."

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