C821 Zhangsun Wenshu!(1)

"Lee Ming, I must avenge my broken finger!"

At this moment, Ye Zhixin was already furious. He tightly gripped his broken finger in his hand, and his body was trembling from anger.

Lee Ming spread his hands and said indifferently, "Alright, come on!"

He spoke very casually, as if he was not talking about killing someone, but a very unremarkable small matter.

Indeed, for an assassin