C160 Lin Wuji's Fear

Zhang Xuan gave the sniper a frosty stare, crouching down to pat him down. Other than a cell phone, he found nothing of use.

He had neglected to extract Lin Wuji's whereabouts earlier.

But it didn't matter. Lin Wuji was still in school; there was ample time to deal with him.

Just then, the phone in his hand buzzed to life.

The display read "Young Master," prompting a smile from Zhang Xuan