In the woods, the rain had stopped.
The leader of the men in black looked fearfully at his brother's body. It was charred beyond recognition, a sight so grotesque it made him nauseous. He had killed before and seen his share of bloodshed, but to witness a person burned alive like this was utterly shocking.
Wu Tian had slowly approached the assassin leader. Staring into the man's terrified eyes, he asked, "Speak. Who hired you?"
The assassin leader trembled, unsure whether to speak. As an assassin, he had to uphold his professional ethics. Moreover, the employer had been masked. Even if he had deduced the employer's identity, he couldn't just reveal it. Besides, the shock had left his thoughts in a muddle.
A Qilin! Could a mythical creature like a Qilin really exist?
"Not talking?" Wu Tian's eyes grew cold. He glanced at Little Kirin and ordered, "Medium rare."
