Lu Yu's words were incredibly cold, accompanied by a hint of deep solemnity as he smirked.
As things stand now, it turned out to be exactly as he had expected. The mysterious sniper had tried to assassinate him two days ago, but failed, and would definitely make another attempt on his life.
And now, just as he expected, in a mere two days, this so-called sniper could no longer hold back and appeared in front of him again in this manner.
"Seems Mr. Lu still remembers me."
Upon hearing Lu Yu's words, the voice on the phone grew even colder and more sardonic, sounding like a cat toying with a mouse, laden with disdain.
"Of course, I remember!"
Lu Yu responded coldly upon hearing this, his words full of icy and low tones: "The few shots you fired from the stadium's rooftop two days ago are still fresh in my memory!"
Lu Yu's voice contained a chill surpassing frost and snow, filled with a stern murderous aura!
