C1021 The Inversion of the Ancient Wealthy Genius 15

"Don't say it?" Yue Xi's lips curled up into a sinister smile as she stomped her foot on the masked assassin's chest.

"Cough cough …" The masked assassin spat out a mouthful of blood, almost fainting due to the pain.

"Is the person behind you an idiot? You dare to kill me with such little ability? Speak, who sent you here? " Yue Xi smiled coldly