"Don't draw the gun. Your speed is not as fast as I draw the sword." Seeing Rocco's actions, the old man kindly reminded. "You-------- you dare to attack the FBI." Rocco's eyes were filled with fear. Three swords killed three people in a row. So he gave up the idea of pulling the gun. "I said I will kill you." The old man smiled slightly, his sword fell, and his throat was sealed with blood.