Ah— A scream was only half out before Jiang Cheng's hook landed on his chin, forcing the remaining half deep into his stomach.
With a flick of his head, Jiang Cheng swung this agent into the air, knocking the agent's head into the ceiling.
His head shattered, leaving white brain matter and red blood, mixed with fragments of skull, continuously dripping down, soiling his corpse.
The remaining agents were stunned by the scene before them. They forgot to attack and just stared blankly as Jiang Cheng slowly approached them and then gradually walked past them.
The agents were petrified, the massive psychological shock left them unable to move.
"That's right, you are not my target," they heard the alien man say: "You don't attack me, I won't attack you."
"Of course, if you want to make a move, you're welcome to at any time." Jiang Cheng's figure had already disappeared from their sight, leaving only this whisper of a sentence echoing in their ears.
