Bab 333: Chapter 333: Warehouse No. 7

The assassin's method was ruthless. If William Cole hadn't dodged, even if they couldn't sever his head with the stroke, it was probable that they would cut his throat on the spot and kill him.

In this critical moment, William Cole, pressed the control switch of the driver's seat and laid himself down backward.

"Bang!"

The samurai sword was thrust forward, landing on the glass which shattered on impact.

William Cole grabbed the assassin's arm, a surprising grip, as it seemed skinnier than an average adult's.

However, he didn't have time to ponder over it. Cole pulled the assassin hard into the car, slamming his fist into his chest.

"Hmph!" the assassin grunted.

Seizing this opportunity, Cole rushed to the back seat, opened the car door and jumped out.

The other assassins were already charging towards him. If he stayed in the Rolls Royce, he'd be a sitting duck.

Without a doubt, he would die!

Only by getting out of there could he have the slightest chance of survival.