C440 True Love

In the box, the atmosphere was heavy.

Xue Jingyun heavily pressed the cigar in his hand onto the table. His face was so gloomy that it seemed like water would drip down.

He heard him say in a cold voice: "This is the assassin you found? They were actually wiped out. Should I say that you are useless, or should I say that those assassins are useless? "

" Xue, young Master Xue