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

Croney tried to remain calm, but his voice inevitably carried a tone of depth and loss, as if marking a changing of the guard between the kings of their generations.

Lin Chuan chuckled, “You speak with a London accent, which ruled out Zeuso, Bosch, and Itban. If not you, then who else could it be?”

Croney, Zeuso, Bosch, and Itban were all in the top tier of the assassin circle.

They could be said to be of king-level stature.

“Is there only one assassin in the great expanse of England?” Croney asked with a frown.

“If I don’t even know what level the assassin coming after me is, could I really be worth a bounty of tens of millions?” Lin Chuan said with a light smile that seemed rhetorically directed at himself.

In reality, though, it was telling Croney that he was well aware of his caliber, and also fully confident in facing him, Zeuso, Bosch, or Itban—any one of the assassins.

In the night, not far away, the babbling waters of the Anling River made a continuous, rushing sound.

Croney’s eyes were as profound as ink.

He couldn’t help but reassess the man who had subdued him.

Their heights were similar, his features delicate, his brow and eyes extraordinary, and there seemed to be a hint of amused smile in his eyes, also carrying an aura of encompassing ease.

Suddenly!

Croney was caught in Lin Chuan’s gaze.

The motion sensor light in the elevator dimmed, and in the darkness, his black pupils were like a sword incomparably sharp, casting a radiant glow like the gleaming edge of a blade, directly and unstoppably piercing the air’s barrier, breaking through Croney’s psychological defenses in an instant.

This was the tie that bound top assassins.

Croney laughed with resignation, “In the end, I still lost.”

Lin Chuan also gave a slight smile, “No one is invincible in battle. England’s King of Killers is just ordinary here in Hanjiang Anling.”

Lin Chuan did not ask who his employer was.

Or how he communicated with his employer.

Lin Chuan knew that any top assassin would absolutely keep their employer’s information confidential.

Even if Lin Chuan himself were caught on a job, he wouldn’t reveal information about his employer.

This was the professional ethic of assassins.

To have a King of Killers subdued and forced to divulge his employer’s identity would be an insult.

So, Lin Chuan did not do so.

But he had guessed it—a close guess indeed.

Baisheng Group!

“Chairman!”

Suddenly, a familiar and affectionate voice rang out in the stairwell. The light in the elevator immediately brightened, and a shapely and anxious figure appeared in front of Lin Chuan.

Little Landlady.

Lin Chuan had previously sent her a message saying he was on the first floor and was about to head upstairs.

She had waited at home for a while but did not see Lin Chuan coming back, so she grew suspicious and stepped out to see the elevator stopped at the 32nd floor.

Suddenly, she heard a faint thud from the floors above.

Zhang Xinxin’s heart skipped a beat.

Was the Chairman upstairs, fighting with someone?

Her sharp mind immediately connected the recent warnings Lin Chuan had given her—the assassin had made a move against him.

Without hesitation, she grabbed a baseball bat from the entrance of her home and ran up the stairs two at a time.