Uncle, Are You An Assassin?

"Duu."

Xu Xiaoshou ended the call on the jade communication device.

Since he was alone, he did not need to joke around anymore. As soon as it was quiet, his expression turned serious.

No matter how much Xin Gugu tried to reassure him, he could not relax as long he was alone in the room.

'10 minutes?'

'Is Xin Gugu reliable?'

Xu Xiaoshou opened the windows. The sun had started to set, so the sky had turned yellow.

He thought of the stranger who wanted to take his life.

The pressure he was feeling had become increasingly suffocating. It was as if he could collapse in the next second.

This feeling had lasted five days and was getting more intense.

Xu Xiaoshou knew that this could not continue any longer. Even if the assassin could wait, he could not.

The longer this dragged on, the more the assassin would find out about him.