"You... are you human or a ghost?"
The young assassin was quite surprised, looking at Zhu Bufan with eyes full of shock.
You should know, his own speed was already quite fast.
Yet unexpectedly, when the opponent appeared, it was without any forewarning.
This point shook the young assassin deeply.
This young assassin wasn't curious about Zhu Bufan's identity and didn't ask why he was stopping him.
Instead, he developed a strong interest in Zhu Bufan's martial skills and reaction speed.
"Speak up, who sent you?"
Zhu Bufan, however, answered a question with a question, coldly staring at him, "You have no right to know."
On the body of this assassin, Zhu Bufan saw no clear markings, nor any special weapons besides a gun, which is why Zhu Bufan had asked.
"What the hell are you..."
The young assassin, with utter disdain, glanced at Zhu Bufan and said in very unfluent Chinese.
Just now, he clearly felt, Zhu Bufan's speed and responsiveness were terrifyingly fast.
