However, the guy in the crow mask had no intention of chatting idly with Lu Mingfei. His golden pupils were hidden beneath the mask, staring fixedly at Lu Mingfei without a trace of reason or emotion—only pure, unadulterated murderous intent.
Lu Mingfei cursed inwardly. A guy like this was far harder to deal with than a Ghoul. Not that his physical strength surpassed that of a Ghoul, of course, but he possessed far greater combat experience. He clearly had intelligence and analytical capabilities, yet communication was impossible. Lu Mingfei was reluctant to deal a fatal blow right away because there was a chance he could extract information about Odin and the Nibelungen from this fellow. But if he held back, a moment of carelessness might lead him to suffer at this guy's hands. He also had to make sure the guy didn't damage the car; for Lu Mingfei, this was a rare, deeply frustrating battle.
If delivering a fatal blow was inconvenient, simply crippling the opponent would do. Starting from the limbs, deprive this fellow of his mobility. As long as he was left capable of communication, that would be enough... Essentially, Lu Mingfei wasn't a soft-hearted person either; the ace agents nurtured by the Secret Party were all cold-blooded killers, every last one of them.
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