One hour and forty minutes had passed.
After the movie ended, Randall and Little Chun sat silently in their seats, unable to utter a word.
They struggled to describe their feelings at the moment. They couldn't even remember how they had spent the past hour and forty minutes.
Even Little Chun, who had guessed it would be a movie full of flashiness, was completely dumbstruck, not to mention Randall, who had been working on gunfight games.
The plot of the film was simple: a useless individual with an assassin's bloodline is deceived by a killer organization, trained to become a super killer and kills his own father, only to discover the truth afterward and destroys the murderer's base in a fit of rage.
But what had they seen during this hour and forty minutes?