"Brother Guo, hold on a moment." Thankfully, Sun Yixie spoke up in time to stop him.
The word "hold" had just been spoken, and Sun Yixie had already leapt to the assassin's side, scanning the latter with a smile that sent shivers down one's spine, murmuring, "Let me have a chat with him..."
Originally refusing to let go, Guo Cong only calmed down after Huang Donglai patted him on the shoulder and gave him a look. Guo Cong reluctantly released his grip and stepped back two paces.
"Brother, you want to survive, don't you?" Sun Yixie asked, deliberately keeping a certain distance from the other party to prevent a desperate attack.
"I do," the assassin replied, feigning calmness, "but that's going to be difficult, isn't it?"
"Whether it's difficult or not depends on how you think about it," said Sun Yixie.
"What do you mean?" the assassin asked.
