Chapter 470: In Front of Me, You Don't Deserve to be Called Professional Hitmen Put down the walkie-talkie. Under his boss's orders, Ghost Head Blade, who had to continue monitoring the plantation, had begun to think deeply about whether the profession of hitman was actually suitable for him. A bright light suddenly flashed in his peripheral vision. It instantly jolted his irritable and drowsy brain awake, and he immediately looked toward the spot where the light had just flashed. Gone was…