The assassin's face was full of shock when he saw Zhang Heng. He himself is a master of stealth, but he didn't realize that someone was following him, and the other party followed him for so long, all the way to the laundry shop, unexpectedly It is also possible to refrain from showing up until he enters the butcher shop to meet the contact person.
Reconnecting with the strange sense of sameness before, the assassin finally couldn't help blurting out, "You... are you also an assassin?"
"Unfortunately, it's time for me to ask questions." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, and he shifted his gaze to the one-eyed Samaritan, "It seems that you are his contact person, so you should know that this time the money was spent. Who is the one who assassinated me?"
After the initial panic, the Samaritan calmed down quickly. He shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just the owner of a butcher shop. I don't know whether to assassinate or not."
"Really?" Zhang Heng didn't urge him when he heard the words, but just drew out the two Persian swords from his waist.
"What do you want? Take me back to the patrol?" The one-eyed Samaritan raised his voice. "What evidence do you have to prove that I am his contact?"
"Catch you back? You are thinking too much. It seems that you don't know the style of the patrol team recently." Zhang Heng said, "I was very careful when I came here, and no one on the street noticed that I entered your butcher shop, so In other words, if I kill you, no one will know that I did it."
The one-eyed Samaritan was taken aback when he heard the words. He really didn't expect that the other party, as a member of the patrol team, was responsible for maintaining the law and order in this area, but he didn't intend to abide by any laws. Then what kind of patrol team is this? Simply a robber.
So he turned his eyes to the assassin on the other side for help, but the latter was also looking around at the moment, and it seemed that he was planning to run away.
What a joke, he is just an assassin, and he is good at sneak attacks and assassinations. How could he be the opponent of the gladiator champion in Rome in a frontal battle.
Fortunately, the next moment, the burly butcher outside the butcher shop came in. He was the bodyguard of the Samaritans. Selling meat was just a side job, and his real job was to protect the safety of the Samaritans.
It seems that the Samaritan deliberately raised his voice before, which played a role and summoned his bodyguards.
After the butcher found Zhang Heng, he rushed over with a sharp knife, while the assassin on the other side was caught in a fierce ideological struggle. He wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to escape, but in view of Zhang Heng's elusive behavior He doesn't know if he can run away, and the cooperation between him and the one-eyed Samaritan is quite pleasant. The latter has been his contact person for four or five years. That's great, so I sold the other party.
So the assassin finally gritted his teeth and rushed forward.
With the butcher in front of him, he could adopt his best fighting strategy. In his opinion, the two teamed up had a certain chance of winning.
The Samaritan on the other side was not polite. Seeing the assassin and the butcher entangled 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. , Naturally, preparations have been made early. Not only is there a butcher and a bodyguard, but there is also a secret passage hidden under his bed, which can lead directly to the alley outside.
As a result, half of the Samaritan's body had just stepped into the door when his right foot hurt.
Zhang Heng directly nailed the soles of his feet to the ground with a Persian sword, and said at the same time, "Where do you want to go? Are you going to hurry before you finish answering my question? Let's stay here honestly for a while."
After speaking, Zhang Heng blocked the butcher's knife with another Persian sword, and then shook his body to get out of the assassin's sneak attack. As a result, the assassin was half a beat slower when he retreated, and was almost caught by Zhang Heng. A sword cut open his belly.
Seeing that the three of them finally fought together, the Samaritan wanted to run for his life again, but he failed to pull out the Persian sword stuck in the sole of his foot after trying twice. Instead, he cried out in pain and sweated. DC.
On the other side, the butcher, whom he had high hopes for, was having a hard time. He had seen the true strength of the champion of the Flavius Amphitheatre. If it weren't for the assassins harassing him, he would have been defeated long ago. Now, although he temporarily Not yet defeated, but also caught in a predicament, defeat is only a matter of time.
At the same time, the assassin who was partnering with him also realized that something was wrong, because he had already discovered that the situation was even worse than he had imagined. Even if the two of them teamed up, they were obviously no match for the oriental man in front of him, but this time he couldn't if he wanted to leave. It was so easy, because Zhang Heng didn't have much effort to deal with the butcher, and his main attention was on him.
The assassin realized that it was not a question of whether he wanted to leave, but whether he could walk, because no matter where he moved, Zhang Heng would draw his sword ahead of time to seal his retreat.
So the assassin was sweating profusely, and the bigger and more guilty the assassin, he could only send out his trump card. He suddenly dropped the weapon in his hand, then took half a step back, and raised his hand, "I surrender!"
So Zhang Heng's next sword stopped in front of his nose, and the Samaritan on the other side almost cried when he heard the words. He just pulled out the Persian sword stuck in his foot with pain. When he came out, he couldn't help yelling when he heard the assassin's words, "You should have surrendered earlier, I don't have to work so hard to draw my sword!"
Then he looked at the butcher and shouted at the butcher, "No more fights, no more fights, we can't beat them, we also surrender, this time we admit defeat."
The butcher hesitated for a while, and finally dropped the sharp knife in his hand.
However, Zhang Heng didn't intend to kill them all. He took another Persian sword from the Samaritan. Getting entangled, the Samaritan really suffered this time. He was carried back to the chair by the butcher and the assassin, and he was still moaning all the way.
"Do you want to know who contacted me for this order? I'm afraid I will disappoint you, because I don't know the person who contacted me. It's a new face, not from here."
"Then what?"
"Then... it's gone." The Samaritan looked a little innocent. "In our business, we shouldn't ask questions. I negotiated the price with him and took money to do things. We didn't talk much. I I don’t even know how he came to the door, by the way, he also specifically told me to do things as much as possible by the local forces after killing you, and you may be able to deduce that it is not the local forces who 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 news, why did you run away so happily before?"
A tangled look appeared on the Samaritan's face, and he said after a while, "Well, what follows is just my speculation. Although he hides it well, there are still some small habits that betray him. I feel that he It's like people from the Praetorian Guards, I always feel that the water here is very muddy, and a small person like me doesn't want to get involved in any political events."
"Then you still took the order?"
"Because the other party paid too much money." The Samaritan said honestly.
"Your hunch is right. For your safety, you'd better not tell others that you and I have said this." Zhang Heng said lightly, "Also, find someone to draw me a portrait. "