The rain was getting smaller and smaller, and the shadows of the three men were stretched aslant in the dark hall.

"You receive commissions, whether gangsters or business seniors, or even state leaders, all kill well, and rarely fail. Those who employ you are happy and afraid. They give you money to kill your opponents, and they are also afraid that others will pay you to kill themselves..."

Chen Tianlin paused, and the general's expression did not change.

"These powerful people are becoming more and more intolerant of your existence, and you are like the shadow of death often appearing in their nightmares. Since the first generation of the Paradise...