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Zhang Song's cruel, ruthless and terrifying methods really made his, a "spectator", heart tremble.

This bloodthirsty and tyrannical killing technique shocked his mind.

The masked leader had already completely fallen into a daze. This … This was simply inhumane … Was there life in his eyes? No wonder he kept reminding her to give up this mission, and she just didn't listen to him.

After a long while, a trace of struggle flashed in the leader's eyes, "Fight!" Even if they couldn't kill him, they must not retreat. At the very least, they must let him be covered in wounds and be exhausted! This is our unchangeable mission. "

Following the leader's order, all the masked men's attacks suddenly became sharp and piercing.

He abruptly grabbed the wrist of the person in front of him and exerted force with his palm. Crack … Zhang Song swung this person up, and ruthlessly swept him forward, immediately sweeping away a blank area.

The masked man and the rest wiped the blood off their faces, surrounding Zhang Song, they were all using this chance to rest.

Zhang Song casually looked around. "Fight!" Zhang Song raised his head and roared crazily, he raised all of his strength and rushed towards the masked man. His right arm opened up, spinning 360 degrees in the same place, his palm moved in a sharp arc and fiercely forced the man in front of them to retreat. While they were dodging in panic, he rushed forward forcefully, his right arm spinning extremely quickly, and viciously stabbed into the chest of a masked man in front of them.

"Puff." "Bang." A piercing sound rang out as the man in front of them was pulled up by the man in front of them. With a muffled roar, the man in front of them was thrown into the air and smashed into the crowd.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Zhang Song's sudden ferocity caused the masked assassin's fighting spirit to be suppressed once again. To think that they would be facing someone who could be called a berserk beast, that kind of fear was hard to suppress!

Zhang Song's powerful fighting strength and terrifying killing method had made the masked killer feel as if he had fallen into hell, he was afraid that... Today, in the short period of their lives, it would become a nightmare that they would never be able to erase for the rest of their lives. Zhang Song's name would cover a layer of their souls and be irrevocable.

Thirty minutes passed silently, but to these masked assassins, it was the longest time of their lives. They had experienced what it meant to be a Shura, and witnessed what it meant to be a hell with their own eyes.

When all the masked assassins collapsed onto the ground, their bodies weak and groaning in pain, Zhang Song heaved a sigh of relief.

Staring emotionlessly at the blood-stained ground, Zhang Song slowly walked forward step by step, moving closer to the group of masked assassins. Every step Zhang Song took, the hearts of the assassins who had not stopped breathing trembled. This kind of pressuring atmosphere before death made them feel very uncomfortable, they even felt despair.

"Earlier, I gave you a chance. Unfortunately, you didn't make good use of it." When Zhang Song came to the front of the group, he looked at them coldly and said to the group of assassins who had lost their abilities. But when Zhang Song finished speaking, he unhesitatingly took action, and unhesitatingly grabbed the assassin by the neck. The assassin's fear and despair, under Zhang Song's ruthlessness, slowly grew to its size.

"Crack." With a sharp and clear sound, the assassin was lifted up by Zhang Song and left the beautiful world with his eyes wide open.

"Kacha, kacha …" One after another, the assassins followed the first person.

Facing these people that were a threat to him, Zhang Song showed no mercy at all. He extracted their vital functions bit by bit, making them regret ever being born into this world.

He didn't want to kill people, he didn't want to kill people for no reason at all, but if someone threatened his life, then he would mercilessly change from an angel into a devil.

All the assassins were taken care of. Zhang Song threw away the Death Soldier in his hand, stared at the leader of the group of assassins covered in blood and said indifferently: "I gave you a chance before.

"Since I have already failed, just give me a quick death." The masked assassin closed his eyes. He was waiting, waiting for death to come.

"Did I say I would kill you?" Zhang Song looked at the masked assassin with interest.

When the masked assassin heard Zhang Song say that he would not kill him, he slowly opened his eyes and laughed: "Are you trying to show me off, or are you mocking me?"

Zhang Song smiled and shook his head, then said: "Originally, you should have died, but I wanted to keep you alive, so that you could go back and report to your superior. Tell him, although I hate trouble, I'm not afraid of trouble. If he still hasn't given up, then don't blame me for not remembering our old friendship. "

"Aren't you afraid that you'll regret letting me go today?" The masked killer had already seen through death, even if Zhang Song let him go back today, he would still die after going back. He had truly reached the end of this road, he no longer had any lingering feelings for the world, he only wished to die.

"Don't worry. You won't leave so easily for the sake of unnecessary trouble in the future." After he finished speaking, Zhang Song crippled his martial arts in the midst of the masked assassin's piercing screams. Now, he was only a living cripple.

Looking at the assassin who had fainted due to the pain, Zhang Song felt neither sadness nor joy. He said to the air, "After watching for so long, you should be able to come out now, right?"

Those who did not understand would think that there was some kind of hidden killer, but there was someone who knew that Zhang Song's words were directed at her. Hiding in a corner, Dongfang Yi watched the entire battle from the sidelines. Dongfang Yi slowly walked out from the corner, like a child who had admitted his wrongs.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" Zhang Song asked gently.

Dongfang Yi looked up at Zhang Song in disbelief. She never thought that the cold and emotionless Zhang Song who looked like a Blood Fiend Asura would be so gentle and gentle to her. She tried her best to shake her head. Although she didn't say anything, she used her body language to tell Zhang Song her thoughts.

"I hope so. Let's go." As he said that, he stepped forward and pulled Dongfang Yi's small hand away, without saying anything else.

After leaving the piano room, Zhang Song and Dongfang Yi ate lunch together in the academy's cafeteria. After the meal, because Dongfang Yi had lessons in the afternoon, he took his leave of Zhang Song. After Zhang Song sent Dongfang Yi to the bottom of the girl's dormitory, he turned and left. There were no classes in the afternoon, so the currently confused Zhang Song didn't know what to do. He didn't want to return to his dorm, so he aimlessly walked forward.

Just then, a curse entered Zhang Song's ears.

"You bastards, quickly put me down." A childish voice came from the alleyway.

Zhang Song followed the source of the voice and looked over, to see two roughly built men around thirty years old with one in each of their hands. Child.

The two children were only about thirteen or fourteen years old, covered in filth from head to toe. Their clothes were tattered, like two little beggars. Judging by their wet, muddy hair and clothes, the two children had obviously been thrown into the mud for a "bath" by the two boorish men. Suddenly, a phrase flashed in Zhang Song's mind, "trafficker".

A boorish man was holding a young boy who looked to be around eleven to twelve years old. His big, watery eyes were filled with fear as he stared at the two ferocious men. His body couldn't help but tremble.

The other one was a slightly older boy, around 13 or 14 years old. Although he was filled with fear like the boy, there was a trace of stubbornness in the depths of his eyes.

The older boy struggled violently and shouted at the boorish man, "You bunch of scoundrels, bastards …"

The boorish man frowned, waved his hand and slapped it. He shouted coldly, "Be quiet, or I'll kill you."

Looking at the dagger in the boorish man's hand and his cold eyes, the little boy trembled. He quickly shut his mouth, but there was still some anger in his eyes.

The younger boy cried out, "Don't hit my brother, don't hit my brother! We won't talk anymore, don't hit my brother …"

Zhang Song could not bear to watch any longer, and stared coldly at the two unfamiliar rough men, and slowly walked towards them.

"The two of you are truly capable, to actually be able to bully two weak children. I truly feel proud for you two." Zhang Song came over to the two strange men's side and ridiculed them.

"Young man, I'll give you a word of advice. You'd better mind your own business, otherwise the knife in my hand will not have eyes." The two rugged looking men stared at Zhang Song who was in front of them with suspicion. The two rough looking men held tightly onto the little boy in their hands as they threatened him while staring at Zhang Song with unfriendly eyes.

"What, you're afraid of others knowing that you've done something bad? "It's just a pity that with their IQ, they were able to become such low-class traffickers." Zhang Song did not forget to mock and ridicule these two rough and unfamiliar men.

Looking at Zhang Song who was purposely going against him, a crude man said sinisterly: "It looks like you have to take care of this matter?"

"The people of this world care about this world. If you let these two children go, I can let bygones be bygones." Zhang Song said indifferently.

"Looks like you're sincerely looking for trouble. Since that's the case, don't blame us for being ruthless." A boorish man said in a stern voice.

"Big brother, why are you wasting your breath on him?" As he said that, he took the dagger and waved it towards Zhang Song, but he did not forget to mutter "Mind your own business, I'll let you know why flowers are so red".

Zhang Song stood there motionlessly, until the dagger was not even a foot away from his chest, yet the dagger could not advance any further. The boorish man looked at Zhang Song suspiciously, he really did not expect this thin and weak boy that was around twenty years of age to have such strength.