Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh: "You're very arrogant."
"With good reason to be arrogant, and besides, for someone about to die, whatever I do makes no difference."
"Do you think you can kill me?"
Leng Feng faced Yang Fan, motionless: "As I said, you are a man about to die."
Yang Fan nodded: "Since that's what you think, I can't argue. But I have one thing I don't understand, and could I trouble you to clear this up for a man about to die?"
"Speak."
"Assassins, do they really lack feelings, lack humanity, and only see money? No matter who the target is, as long as a sufficient amount of money is paid, you would be willing to kill anyone for them?" Yang Fan continued, "Don't blame me for asking such a naive question. I come from the countryside and haven't seen much of the world, so there's a lot I don't understand."
"In my eyes, there are only missions. Do you understand now?"
Yang Fan silently nodded: "Understood."