It's Too Late

The assassin groaned in pain as he was not expecting Max's move. But being a professional, he knew he couldn't allow the latter to gain the upper hand by picking up the gun, it would be game over.

Immediately, he kicked the gun with all his strength sending it into the fire burning not far from them. His kick was quite powerful, and that was what ended up happening.

Max frowned seeing this, though he wasn't expecting this, he knew he could hold out until Albert and the others would arrive.

Without a care in the world, he punched the assassin again, the latter groaned in pain as he moved back.

But at the moment, the dirt in the assassin's eyes had already been cleared, now his eyesight had been restored.

"I didn't expect you to be this sharp." The man grinned as he pulled out a pocket knife.

Max frowned seeing this, he knew he couldn't allow the other party to touch him with the knife as he didn't know if it was poisoned or not.

"Well,. it's just as you've guessed, the knife is poisono