Zhu Bufan grabbed the female assassin and bolted straight to an alley, confirming that the two burly men in black did not follow. It was then that Zhu Bufan set down Qiao Yanli.
He glanced at Qiao Yanli and sighed inwardly:
"Alas! It seems today is not the day to strike; let it be, consider it a good deed for once, accumulating some virtue..."
"Beauty, today I'll do a good deed by letting you go. Next time, if you come after me again, don't blame me for being heartless..." Zhu Bufan's expression turned icy, and he exuded waves of murderous aura.
Qiao Yanli felt a sudden bout of fear.
Such strong killing intent; Qiao Yanli felt involuntarily overpowered by it, her mind almost influenced. She couldn't understand how Zhu Bufan could possess such intense killing intent.
After Zhu Bufan finished speaking, he removed the Silver Needle from her body, of course, he had left a contingency in place.
"There, in half an hour, you'll be able to move..." Zhu Bufan said indifferently.
