C927 The True Massacre

He was quick, but Ye Hong was quicker still!

Like a bolt of lightning slicing through the heavens, Ye Hong's hand appeared to defy time and space. As the mercenary's hand came within a mere five centimeters of Ye Hong, it was already at the mercenary's throat.

And then...

"Sorry, but I'm also versed in the art of the kill..."

The last words the mercenary ever heard were Ye Hong's chilling