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Originally, Ye Zheng had no intention to kill. However, she did not know what was good for his and plotted against Ye Zheng with his hidden weapon.

It was unknown who sent a cold light through the window and killed him on the spot.

"Who?"

Ye Zheng bellowed, he ran to the window and looked outside, but there was no one there!

He jumped out of the window and nimbly jumped onto the roof. He looked around but there was no trace of anyone suspicious.

Did the hidden secret weapon kill the assassin to help him or to silence him?

With Ye Zheng's strength, the poison needle simply could not hit him. Even if he got lucky and hit him, his physique would still be immune to the poison.

Ye Zheng turned to look at the female assassin. She was lying on the cold ground without moving, her eyes wide open, filled with fear and disbelief. There was no blood seeping out from her chest.

Ye Zheng let out a deep sigh: I originally had no intention to kill, but why would some people not forgive me?

He did not know whether this woman was a Trident Mighty One or a so-called "bounty hunter".

Or a professional killer.

If it was the latter, then she would be asking for it. If it was the former, then Trident would have lost a powerful general. It was too bad.

He pondered for a moment, then left the woman in his room, asking his companions to retrieve her corpse. He then jumped out of the window and continued on his escape.

According to Murong Xin's plan, he was going to play the role of the "homeless dog".

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Ye Zheng felt both annoyed and amused, but he couldn't do anything about it.

More importantly, he discovered that his fighting spirit and killing intent had almost completely dissipated!

"pure energy life form", who used to stay in Ye Zheng's body

Casamaye had told him before: Anger and hatred are the source of power.

The current Ye Zheng was only passively completing a mission he did not like as a spy. There was no anger or hatred … There was only endless frustration and emptiness.

To Ye Zheng, chasing and killing was like following his shadow. There was not a single safe place.

However, he disdained hiding his face.

A light drizzle fell and the ground was wet.

In a small village, Ye Zheng walked across an old stone bridge and arrived at a male clothing store at the end of the bridge.

As he continued to flee, Ye Zheng's shirt was torn open a few times. It was filthy, to the point where the original color of it could no longer be seen.

Although Ye Zheng was used to living a life of indecision, he had always been very particular about clothes.

"Sir, you're not in a good condition."

The female owner of the clothing store was a charming young woman. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her dress was extremely short.

She frowned and looked at Ye Zheng who was dressed in tattered clothes, and his face was filled with suspicion.

"Entering the mountain to play, slipped and rolled down."

Ye Zheng awkwardly explained.

"It just rained, so the mountain is slippery."

The young woman smiled with concern and took out a light yellow shirt from the pile of clothes on the iron hook.

"Black or dark blue."

Ye Zheng said.

The female owner changed into a black shirt and handed it over to Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng took off his tattered clothes, only to see that the muscles on his body were full and firm, as though he was cutting with a knife or an axe, and that there were many shocking scars on his skin.

The female boss stared at him blankly and sighed softly.

She knew in her heart that this man must be someone with a story.

"My shoulders are a little tight."

Ye Zheng wore a black shirt and frowned.

"It's not a matter of clothes, your muscles are too well-developed."

The female boss giggled and walked over to help Ye Zheng tidy up his shirt. After that, she reached out her hand and carefully buttoned up Ye Zheng's shirt.

Her fingers touched the skin on Ye Zheng's chest, causing him to unnaturally shrink back.

"You have a strange scar on your heart."

The woman's face was dark with surprise.

"As far as I know, this is the only part of the chest that goes through the left side of the chest without hurting the heart."

Ye Zheng said half-jokingly.

The female owner extended her finger and caressed the scar on Ye Zheng's left chest curiously.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck him, and a steel needle pierced Ye Zheng's chest deeply. The anesthetic from the syringe had all been injected into his heart.

Ye Zheng groaned as he knelt on one knee. The female boss of the clothing store sneered, and with a flash of her body, she dodged to the side.

The concern and gentleness in her face was gone, replaced only by a cold chill.

"Damn it. "Crap."

Ye Zheng laughed dryly, his face filled with helplessness.

The female boss giggled, looked at Ye Zheng and said, "Mr. Ye, your bounty right now is five million US dollars. After this, I will no longer have to live a life of licking blood from the blade. "

"It sounds like my price has gone up. Who exactly are you? "

Ye Zheng said gloomily, his body slanted and he powerlessly laid on the cold ground.

"Double sting bee."

The female boss coldly replied: "My name is Qing Feng. I had a companion named Hornet, but now I'm alone. "

"Is your companion going to wash up?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"I killed her."

Qing Feng laughed: "She can't keep up with my tempo, it's always a mistake to attack. I don't want to burden her any further. Moreover, it's better to have a single share of the bounty than the two of them. "

"Double sting bee"

It was a highly paid assassin's guild with only two members. The methods used to commit murder were unpredictable, making it hard to guard against.

Ye Zheng thought for a while and finally understood why. When he was attacked in the hotel, a female assassin was captured by him, but was killed by an unknown mysterious person.

It seemed that the woman with the firm chin was not a member of the Trident, but was a high-ranked killer of the Twin Bees, the "wasp".

Thinking about it here, Ye Zheng suddenly had a feeling of relief: although the deceased was a woman, her hands must have been drenched in the blood of many people, and could be considered as someone who deserved to die.

However, the situation he was facing was rather difficult.

Qing Feng was obviously very cunning, he gave Ye Zheng the anesthetic but did not approach him too closely. Instead, he watched from afar to determine Ye Zheng's condition, to prevent him from wounding anyone violently.

"What did you give me?"

A layer of cold sweat seeped out of Ye Zheng's forehead. He lied on the ground and couldn't move at all, as if he was trapped within a nightmare.

"The recipe is very complicated: poisonous frogs from South America, a type of viper from the Siamese, scorpions and herbs from Central Asia."

Qing Feng said complacently: "All in all, with this kind of medicine, even a rhinoceros and elephant would fall to the ground."

"Damn."

Ye Zheng's voice became weaker and weaker.

Qing Feng's eyes shone with a cruel light. After observing for a long time, he slowly walked over and used a foot that was wearing a high heels as he stepped on Ye Zheng's back.

"The legendary Ye Zheng was still stepped on by me in the end. Being famous is not as good as seeing you again. "

Qing Feng chuckled: "I should break the tendons in your four limbs and imprison you for a period of time. Your price may even go up. "

"Haha, that's a good idea."

Facing the imminent torture, Ye Zheng was not afraid at all. He actually laughed out loud, as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world.