C608 Queen of racing

No matter how long Gong Zijun stayed in the martial arts world, he still felt a little threatened. The coldness of the dagger caused him to wake up in an instant, and then, he tilted his head backwards and smashed it into the assassin's head.

"F * ck, which bastard wants to take my life?" Gong Zijun pulled on his pants, turned, and cursed.

The hitman covered his head and retreated a few steps