Thud!
A drop of fresh blood splashed onto his face, and Chen Wei raised his hand, wiping it clean.
Then, he used his thumb to smear it on the backrest of the sofa.
He looked at Kim Jae-eui, who lay on the sofa, dead, with a large splash of blood on the backrest behind him.
Leng Qianqian taunted, "When you take action, you're still so decisive, not leaving any room for mercy."
"As an assassin, isn't this what I should do? Letting him live another second means an extra second of risk for us," Chen Wei said as he tossed the gun aside and wiped the fingerprints off it.
"Hmm..." Leng Qianqian stood up, stretched lazily, and glanced around at those lying on the ground, poisoned, seeking Chen Wei's opinion, "What should we do with these guys?"
"After all, they have seen you and me. If we simply let them go, I think that very soon, the entire world will know it was you and I who killed Kim Jae-eui," Leng Qianqian explained her understanding.