"Damn it, today I'm going to make you pay a heavy price."
In front, a young Japanese female assassin was preparing to strike at Ye Tian.
As a man, Ye Tian really didn't want to fight her.
Moreover, she was not even his match.
"I don't want to kill women, get lost."
Ye Tian's expression was indifferent, his words carrying no emotion.
These Japanese dark forces often played tricks on him from behind, and Ye Tian had long endured enough. Now he wanted to end it his own way and inflict severe damage on them.
"Who do you think you are? Don't think that just because you've achieved a little now, you can do whatever you want. Let me tell you, in our eyes, you are nothing."
The young beautiful assassin spoke with considerable hostility.
Seeing this young woman, Ye Tian couldn't help but think of someone—Leng Yao.
