Hearing the words from their supposed to be prey, the Martial Artist assassin couldn't help but feel a bit wary of him once again, remembering the pressure he felt when he first saw him, causing him to take a gulp of his own saliva as he wills himself to not fear the young man, the only thing he can convince himself to fight the figure in front of him being the fact that he has a far lower cultivation than him.
'There's no need to interrogate these bastards, I know clearly well who will send an assassin to me this time…' Diluc thought to himself as he decided to spare no mercy towards these people trying to take his life for money, the most likely perpetrator appearing on his mind as the image of the lavishly dressed young man appears with it.