Chapter 477 - Chapter 477: Chapter 296 Im Really Not the King of Killers (1/2)

Chapter 477: Chapter 296 I’m Really Not the King of Killers

In the elevator.

Croney was heavily pinned down by Lin Chuan, his hands twisted behind his back, his breathing chaotic, unable to move.

During the brief fight that had just occurred, elbows, palms, fists, knees, legs, in the melee, Lin Chuan was ferociously unrivaled. Croney had sustained internal injuries and was spitting blood.

The sharp energy in his chest was, at this moment, dissipated by more than half.

His whole being immediately wilted, he remained silent, uttering not a word.

Lin Chuan dragged Croney out of the elevator.

Then, with deft movements, he stripped off Croney’s coat and bound him.

Linjiang Mansion, 32nd floor.

The night was dark as ink, like a painting.

The cold wind swept across the river, bringing ripples in waves, the sparse lights of fishing boats twinkled, and the moist, icy air entered through the crack of the window with the wind, fiercely landing on Croney’s face.

On the other side was the residential garden.

In the dim evening breeze, the contours of the plants swayed, making a desolate noise, like murmuring, or sighing; in the sky, the sparse stars were faintly visible, the moonlight obscured by clouds, casting only a vague, hazy sheen, silent and somewhat desolate.

In executing missions, Croney had never been entirely victorious.

But he had never been left behind.

Except for now.

At this moment, Croney felt as if his assassin career had come to an end at the hands of this young man who seemed to be only in his mid-twenties.

Sorrow permeated his whole body in an instant, even causing his heart to skip a half beat.

All of this happened too quickly.

Croney stared at Lin Chuan wordlessly.

Lin Chuan, in turn, looked Croney up and down thoughtfully.

About three seconds later.

Lin Chuan spoke, “Croney, reputed as ‘England’s King of Killers,’ am I right?”

Croney raised his head, a look full of confusion, frowning, “Are you from the assassin circle?”

Lin Chuan had disclosed his identity, something he hadn’t anticipated.

However, he didn’t admit it outright.

For, falling into Lin Chuan’s hands meant only the end of his career as an assassin, not necessarily the end of his life.

He still had a chance.

But, since it was about claiming his life.

Lin Chuan, who was clear about grudges, wouldn’t let Croney leave Hanjiang Anling.

He said, “Does it matter whether I’m from the assassin circle or not?”

Croney was silent, not speaking.

Indeed, it didn’t matter.

If Lin Chuan really were a figure within the assassin circle, that would mean he was among the very elite at the top of the pyramid.

The most brilliant star of the assassin circle was probably him.

“Why do you say I am Croney?”