The tall, thin man looked up at Lei Qianting and said apologetically,
"Please, sir, don't be angry. Dark Abyss has its reasons for canceling the commission."
Lei Qianting took a deep breath, barely suppressing his rage, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What reason?"
The tall, thin man chose his words carefully and said,
"Our Grandmaster assassin from Dark Abyss has already made a move."
Lei Qianting's breathing hitched.
The tall, thin man continued,
"Although the Grandmaster assassin found Fang Han, the assassination failed. Fang Han's combat prowess is already sufficient to face a Grandmaster head-on."
The back hall fell into a dead silence.
Lei Qianting sat on the wooden stool, his face under the mask a complete blank.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but found his throat was terribly dry.
'Fang Han actually possesses combat strength comparable to a Grandmaster?'
'How is that possible!'
But coming from Dark Abyss, the words were highly credible.
