She had treated Lin Han so terribly before, yet he had cast aside their past grievances to come and save her. In comparison, her own actions seemed utterly shameful.
"Can you let me go now?" Zhu Hongwu asked, a fawning smile on his face as he begged Lin Han and the other man like a lapdog.
SHING!
The words had barely left Zhu Hongwu's mouth when a cold glint of light flashed before his eyes.
In the next instant, Zhu Hongwu's expression went blank. Blood began to gush from between his eyebrows, where the Soft Sword had pierced a bloody hole.
He dazedly touched the spot and stared at the slick, crimson blood covering his hand.
His body swayed, on the verge of collapse, as a strange, unnerving smile crept onto his face. "So... this is how it is?"
THUD.
Zhu Hongwu pitched forward, dead on the spot.
The man behind Hidden Kill had died at the hands of his own assassin!
In that moment, the world fell silent.
