"Relying on absorbing others' essence blood to enhance your cultivation, isn't it obvious?" Qin Han sneered, "There must be quite a few Martial Artists who have died by your hands. Looking at the nature of your Cultivation Technique, it leans towards the feminine. I wonder how many naive girls you have drained of their Yin essence!"
"Do you think I would let you go?"
The others all looked at Qin Han with fear, one of them said, "I know where Red Sun has set up base this time. I can tell you in exchange for my life!"
Although these Assassins were also Martial Artists, they were only motivated by money or resources, and they would prioritize their own safety first upon failing their mission.
It's just like mercenaries; with money you're the boss, without it, we go our separate ways.
When it comes to their own lives, where can loyalty be found?
"Shut up!" the red-haired youth yelled.