Chapter 842

After seeing Zhang Heng, the assassin's face is full of horror. He is a master of stealth. As a result, he can't notice that someone is following him. Moreover, the other party has been following him for such a long time. All the way to the laundry, he can bear not to show up until he enters the butcher's shop and meets the contact person.

The assassin finally blurted out, "you Are you also an assassin? "

"Unfortunately, this is my question time." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows. He turned his eyes to the one eyed Samaritan. "It seems that you are his contact person. Then you should know who is the one who paid to assassinate me this time, right?"

After the initial panic, the Samaritan soon calmed down. Hearing this, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just the owner of the butcher's shop. I don't know whether to kill or not."

"Is it?" Zhang Heng did not hasten, but took out his two Persian swords.

"What do you want to do? Take me back to the patrol? " The one eyed Samaritan raised his voice. "What proof do you have that I'm his contact?"

"Take you back? You think too much. It seems that you don't know the style of the patrol recently. " Zhang Heng said, "I was very careful when I came here, and no one in the street noticed that I entered your butcher's shop, so in other words, no one knew that I did it even if I killed you."

The one eyed Samaritan was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party, as a member of the patrol, was responsible for maintaining the security of this area, but he didn't intend to abide by the law at all. What kind of patrol is this? It's a bandit.

So he turned his eyes to the assassin on the other side. As a result, the assassin's eyes were everywhere. It seemed that he was going to run away.

You're kidding. He's just an assassin. He's good at sneak attack and assassination. How can frontal combat be the opponent of the champion of Roman city.

But at the next moment, the big butcher outside the butcher shop came in. He was the Samaritan's bodyguard. Selling meat was only a sideline. His real job was to protect the Samaritans.

It seems that the Samaritan deliberately raised the volume before, which played a role in summoning his bodyguard.

When the butcher found Zhang Heng, he rushed over with a sharp knife, while the assassin on the other side fell into a fierce ideological struggle. He wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to run away. However, in view of Zhang Heng's haunting tracking ability, he didn't know whether he could run away. Moreover, the cooperation between him and the one eyed Samaritan was quite pleasant, and the latter became the leader His contact person has been four or five years, and he is not very good, so he sold the other party.

So the assassin finally bit his teeth and rushed up.

With a butcher in front of him, he can take his best fighting strategy. In his opinion, there is a certain chance that the two will win together.

On the other hand, the Samaritan was not polite. Seeing that the assassin and the butcher got entangled with Zhang Heng, he immediately jumped up from his chair, turned his head and ran towards the house. He knew how dangerous and hated his business was, so he was prepared early. There was not only a bodyguard of the butcher, but also a secret road under his bed, which could lead to the alley outside.

As a result, half of the Samaritan's body had just stepped into the door, and his right foot hurt.

Zhang Heng nailed the sole of his foot to the ground with a Persian sword and said, "where do you want to go? If you have to rush off before you finish answering my questions, you'd better be honest here for a while. "

After that, Zhang Heng uses another Persian sword to block the butcher's knife. Then he shakes his body and gives way to the assassin's sneak attack. As a result, the assassin's movement is half a beat slower when he retreats, and he is almost cut open by Zhang Heng's sword.

When the Samaritan saw that the three finally fought together, he wanted to run for his life. However, he failed to pull out the Persian sword which was inserted in the sole of his foot twice. On the contrary, he was crying in pain and sweating.

On the other side, the butcher he had high hopes for was not easy either. He was able to see the real strength of the champion of the round theatre. If it had not been for the assassin's harassment, he would have been defeated long ago. Now, although he has not been defeated for the time being, he is also in trouble. It is only a matter of time before he is defeated.

At the same time, his partner's assassin also realized that it was not good, because he had found that the situation was worse than he thought. Even if they joined hands, they were obviously not the opponent of the Oriental in front of him. However, it was not so easy for him to go this time, because Zhang Heng didn't have much effort to deal with the butcher, and his main attention was on him.

The assassin found that it was not a matter of whether he wanted to go or not, but whether he could go or not, because no matter which side he moved, Zhang Heng would put out his sword ahead of time to seal his retreat.

So the assassin, sweating and guilty, could only send out his own mace. He suddenly threw away his weapon, then stepped back and raised his hand, "I surrender!"

So Zhang Heng's next sword also stopped in front of his nose, while the Samaritan on the other side almost cried when he heard the speech. He just pulled out the Persian sword which was inserted in his foot. When he heard the assassin's words, he could not help but scold, "you surrender earlier, I don't have to work so hard to draw the sword!"Then he looked at the butcher and yelled at the latter, "if we don't fight, we can't fight. We also surrender. This time we admit defeat."

The butcher hesitated and finally lost his knife.

But Zhang Heng didn't mean to kill all of them. He took another Persian sword from the Samaritan. The latter asked the butcher to find a bandage and wrap up the wound on his foot. The Samaritan suffered this time. He was carried back to the chair by the butcher and assassin, and he was still groaning all the way.

"Do you want to know who contacted me? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, because I don't know the person who contacted me. It's a fresh face, not the people here. "

"And then?"

"And then No more The Samaritan seemed innocent. "In our business, we shouldn't have asked questions. I talked with him about the price and collected money. We didn't have much conversation. I didn't even know how he came here. By the way, he specially told me to try to make things as local forces do after killing you. Maybe you can infer that local forces didn't want to kill you 。”

"Don't force me to take a sword on your left foot," Zhang Heng warned. "I have a way to test whether you are lying. If you only have this information, why did you escape so happily before?"

A tangled color appeared on the Samaritan's face. After a moment, he said, "well, the next thing is just my speculation. Although he hides well, there are still some small habits that betray him. I feel that he is like a guard. I always feel that the water in it is very mixed. Little people like me don't want to get involved in any political events."

"And you took the order?"

"Because they're paying too much." Samaritans are honest.

"Your hunch is right. For your safety's sake, you'd better not tell others that you and I have talked about this." Zhang Heng light way, "also, find someone to draw the portrait to me."

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