C564 What kind of divine consort was this

The hitman clenched his teeth and didn't let out a cry, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't get up.

"What kind of organization are you from?" Who sent you? "Who paid to kill me?" Yu Long asked coldly.

"Hmph …" "Kill me, don't even think about finding out anything from me …" Before the killer could finish his sentence, Yu Long had already stepped forward and kicked him in the head