C287 The Assassin Came

Mong Biao.

He was dressed in black, and he was sprinting in the cold wind!

On the streets of the National Arts.

Many people did not notice that a black shadow was rushing forward like a bolt of lightning.

Mong Biao frowned.

"Why are there so many people on the street today?"

Mong Biao admitted that he had come a little late.

After drinking red wine last night