Yang Fan glanced out the window, a hint of a devilish smile on his lips: "Mr. K, do you have anything to say in your final moments?"
"Yang Fan." Mr. K's expression changed instantly: "Do you really want to go down together?"
"No!" Yang Fan shook his head: "The net breaks but the fish doesn't die!"
"Where does your confidence come from?"
"Though I don't use 'feathered' shampoo, I'm just that confident."
"Do you know that the planes outside, a missile could take your life at any moment, not to mention the submarines underwater and the destroyers at sea."
Yang Fan's face remained with that half-smile: "Your understanding of me only scratches the surface of the data you've gathered. What you've seen is mostly just a façade. Goodbye, Mr. K."
"You..."
Whoosh!
A flash of red light streaked by in an instant.
The red light vanished, and so did Mr. K.
He might never know how he died, even until his death.
Or why the person in front of him was so arrogantly confident.
