Chapter 354: Too Late for Regrets_1

"Trying to run?"

Watching the swiftly flying handgun, Yang Yifeng shook his head. An assassin, when he discards his gun, it proves that his psychological defenses have already collapsed.

For an assassin with broken mental defenses, Yang Yifeng no longer had the heart to kill him, not even the interest to toy with him.

Such a person had already lost the will to continue living; all Yang Yifeng needed to do was to release him from his torment.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Yang Yifeng executed a flying kick, hitting the handgun squarely. A whooshing sound tore through the air as the gun, transformed into a streak of light, violently struck the middle-aged assassin's back. A pitiful howl escaped his mouth as he plummeted to the ground.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was drenched in sweat from his head. Listening to the steady 'tap tap tap' of approaching footsteps, he felt as if he were hearing the Grim Reaper's call.

Run!

Hurry and run!