This is Spa Island.
In broad daylight, carrying a gun to kill, not even needing a silencer.
But for this assassin, whether equipped with a silencer or not was not important, because there wouldn't even be an opportunity for the muzzle to emit sound an hour later.
A taxi sped up, drifting with a sharp turn, and screeched to a halt into the parking space at the Istanbul train station entrance, then the driver's door opened, and Ye Xuan's lean and understated figure emerged from it.
Bang! The car door closed.
The corpse lying in the back seat had eyes wide open in terror, staring at the car roof, pupils contracted, as if seeing the devil before dying. The station was crowded and bustling, noisy and chaotic.
In such an environment, Ye Xuan seemed to be in a no-man's land, calm and composed. Shortly after, he used the foreign currency taken from the assassin's corpse to buy a train ticket to the port city.
In the blink of an eye, he boarded the train bound for the port city.
