C12 It Would be Better to Break One of His Legs

Wang Defa and the others were all grinning. When they walked into the city, Min Rou suddenly felt uneasy.

She really hated Lee Nanfang. The way he talked, especially the way he looked at girls, always made her feel like she wasn't wearing any clothes.

But no matter what, he was Director Yue's nephew. Actually, it was a bit too much to let others beat him up, so they could convert him into something new with their concern.

Wang Defa and the others didn't do it lightly, it would be bad if they really hurt him.

Unknowingly, the terrible sight of Lee Nanfang's nosebleed surfaced in front of Min Rou's eyes. She began to regret her decision to approve of Director Yue's actions.

"No, I have to see, don't blow it."

Min Rou opened the door and was about to get out of the car when she suddenly remembered that once she appeared, this matter would be exposed. With his scum nature, he definitely wouldn't let it go.

If people knew that Director Yue's nephew turned out to be a rapist, Director Yue would definitely feel very ashamed.

Just when Min Rou was at a loss as to what to do, Yue Zitong called. Her voice was filled with excitement. "How is it?"

"I just got in."

"So long-winded?"

"I'm already driving very fast on the road."

Min Rou explained before asking carefully, "Director Yue, isn't it too much for us to treat him like this?"

Puzzled, Yue Zitong asked, "What's over?"

"If you really hurt him —"

"So what if he's injured? It's best if we break one of his legs!"

"Oh, got it. I'll call you back later to report the results."

Min Rou was shocked by Director Yue's fierce tone. She didn't understand why she hated Lee Nanfang so much and quickly hung up the phone.

According to her conjecture, once Wang Defa and the others rushed in, they would only end the battle quickly. After all, there were security guards in the bathing city, and customers would be beaten up by others for spending their money here.

But ten minutes had passed, and Wang Defa and the others still hadn't come out.

What was going on?

Could it be that Wang Defa's attack was too heavy and an accident occurred?

Thinking of this, Min Rou couldn't sit still any longer and hurriedly opened the door and jumped out of the car.

Bang!

Lee Nanfang tilted his head to the side to avoid the last masked man's attack. He twisted his waist and bent down. Taking advantage of the force of the elbow hitting his left rib, the man let out a suppressed scream.

Without waiting for him to react, Lee Nanfang twisted his waist and grabbed his head with both of his hands, thrusting him into the ground.

With a clang, the masked man's forehead slammed into the hard tiles. Blood flowed out from the black cloth covering his head, and his body twisted a few times before he finally stopped moving.

Lee Nanfang kicked him under the ribs, but did not see any reaction from him. Only then did he look back into the bathtub.

In the bathtub, there were two masked men who had been beaten unconscious by him.

Who are they?

Why did he kill Lee Nanfang without saying a word after charging in?

Although their close-combat skills were ordinary, their attacks were still very ruthless. With every move, they would be killed, this was their goal, they should be the Professional Killer.

However, even if they were twice as fierce, it would be very easy for Lee Nanfang to defeat them.

That was why he didn't understand: even if someone wanted to assassinate him, they would never send this kind of third-rate killer over. It was a humiliation to 'Black Ghost' and would only result in even more cruel revenge.

Moreover, other than the old man, no one else knew that Lee Nanfang had come to Qingshan City today.

Oh, and Yue Zitong.

But even if Yue Zitong hated him, she didn't need to be so merciless, right?

Lee Nanfang frowned slightly. He bent down and pulled off the hood covering the masked man's head, revealing a very ordinary face, which was around the age of 30.

Ye Zichen dragged the man under the shower, causing Lee Nanfang to turn on the cold water.

The unconscious man's body trembled as he slowly opened his eyes.

Lee Nanfang's left hand grabbed his neck and asked coldly, "Speak, who told you to come?"

The man said nothing and closed his eyes again.

Lee Nanfang was too lazy to argue anymore, his right fist landed on the left side of his ribs with a bang, before he could scream out in pain, he had already covered his mouth with his hand.

The man was really tenacious. After a few of his ribs were broken, he was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Yet, he still continued to stare at Ye Zichen viciously.

Seeing him like this, Lee Nanfang knew that it would be useless to ask anymore.

This was because he was very clear about the rules of the assassination industry: after a quest was lost, they would rather die than reveal who the customer was.

It wasn't easy for them to get out and mess around. Lee Nanfang didn't need to finish everything. He resisted the urge to kill, raised his hand and held his head down, then slammed it into the wall.