Chapter 670: Chapter 670: Refusing to Surrender

Seeing that he had been exposed, the person’s face darkened, yet he showed no signs of panic.

Ji Tingfeng saw this and knew that the man wearing the baseball cap was definitely not an ordinary person, perhaps a professional hitman.

It was evident that the man wasn’t carrying a gun, only a hidden blade slid out from his sleeve.

A flash of cold light, a dazzling glare swept across everyone’s eyes.

Ji Tingfeng quietly said to himself that something was wrong: "Everyone, be careful!"

However, his warning was too late.

The others instinctively shielded their eyes with their hands, falling into the man’s trap.

The man swiftly knelt down, sliding forward.

Only the muffled sounds were heard as a few of Ji Tingfeng’s subordinates beside him cried out in pain and fell.

Turning back, he saw that the arteries in the legs of those few subordinates were cut, bleeding profusely on the spot.

This was evidently a top-tier expert.

Ji Tingfeng frowned slightly, giving another reminder: "Stay alert!"

"Yes!"

Several people simultaneously drew their guns, aiming at the man.

However, the man in the black baseball cap was incredibly agile. He turned and grasped one person’s wrist, exerting such force that within a mere second, he crushed the bones of this seemingly strong man.

"Crack—"

A crisp bone-cracking sound, and the man howled in pain like a beast.

At the same time, the gun slipped from the man’s hand, falling directly to the ground. The man in the black cap leaned down and caught it steadily.

The trigger loop was perfectly around his index finger. With a twist of his finger, he gripped the gun handle.

Upon seeing this, Ji Tingfeng’s heart skipped a beat.

The man in the black cap was clearly professionally trained, and if he got hold of the gun, catching him would be as hard as climbing the sky.

No way!

This must be ended quickly!

In the next second, he charged forward directly.

The man in the black cap turned around, suddenly seeing Ji Tingfeng’s shadow flash in front of him, and instinctively paused his actions in shock.

He was still in a crouched position, slowly lifting his head—only to find Ji Tingfeng had already raised his gun, standing before him.

The distance between Ji Tingfeng and the man was merely the length of an arm, the muzzle a half finger’s width away from the man’s forehead.

"Drop the gun! You can’t escape now!" Ji Tingfeng commanded.

The man didn’t move, still staring unblinkingly at Ji Tingfeng.

Ji Tingfeng frowned slightly, showing displeasure, suddenly moved closer, the muzzle pressing against the man’s skin.

He shouted again in English, "I’ll say it once more, drop the gun!"

The man was clearly unwilling, probably not expecting to be caught by Ji Tingfeng so easily.

Just when Ji Tingfeng was about to order his arrest, the man suddenly moved his mouth as if biting something.

Ji Tingfeng’s observation skills were exceptionally keen, quickly catching the man’s movement, he shouted, "Quick! Stop him!"

However, it was still too late.

All of a sudden, the man began to convulse, foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolling back. In just mere seconds, he died foaming at the mouth.

"..." Ji Tingfeng frowned.

His adjutant went up to check, finding the man had no breath left, and looked up shaking his head.

"Damn it!" Ji Tingfeng cursed softly, commanding, "Hand the body over to S Country! Tell them, we will send some coroners over!"

"Yes!"

Ji Tingfeng strode out of city hall and, after getting into the car, called Lu Jihan.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, where Lu Jihan had been waiting for a long time, he received a call from Ji Tingfeng.