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She knew that even if she went out, it would be useless as she was unable to help Zhang Song. If she impulsively left, it would instead become a burden for Zhang Song, and she did not want to become his burden, which was why she made the decision to hide in the darkness, so that Zhang Song would give it his all. This way, Zhang Song would no longer have to worry about her consoling him, and thus, she would be bound by hands and legs.

Zhang Song's eyes did not have any fluctuations, his finger gently played with the black and white keyboard on the piano, and did not even look at the masked assassins, and only said indifferently: "Just now, you guys had the chance to kill me, only you guys did not grasp the opportunity to kill me."

The masked leader mocked, "I will give you a chance to prepare. I want to see your vicissitudes, sadness, helplessness and unwillingness before you die. It's just like the song you just played." How could the masked man not know that Zhang Song had revealed it to him on purpose, using it to numb him, so that he and the others would be fooled.

"Since you are so confident, can you sincerely answer three questions from me before you die?"

"Perhaps you won't get the answer you really want from me, but I'll still be magnanimous once. Ask away." The masked leader looked at Zhang Song and said.

Only then did Zhang Song stop playing with the keyboard, he stared at the masked man indifferently, and asked: "Excuse me, why are you guys pestering me to the point of not letting me go?"

The masked leader pondered for a moment, then replied, "Everyone has their own mission, you have your own path, and I have my own mission."

Second question, may I ask, should Zhang Song really die? Zhang Song remained expressionless, which made it impossible to see what he was thinking.

The masked leader met Zhang Song's fierce gaze, and said indifferently: "Maybe, I am just someone who carries out orders, and have no right to ask too much."

"It seems that your Lord hated me to the bones, he didn't even want me to live in this world for even a moment longer."

"Maybe it's just as you said."

"But, you're confident that you can take me as a head?" Zhang Song sarcastically said.

The masked leader stared at Zhang Song and wanted to see through him. A week ago, he was facing like he was facing an ant, but after jumping down the valley, not only did Zhang Song not die in the forbidden grounds that others called Lost Valley, he even walked out from the forbidden grounds. Right now, he looked at Zhang Song with a mysterious aura, and the look in his eyes made people tremble with fear.

Therefore, he forcefully suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and ordered, "Indeed, you have changed a bit compared to before. However, this cannot be used as a form of capital for you to show off.

"It seems that we are the same person. The unmarried ones stubbornly resist, everything is futile. These words are also what I am going to give to you." Zhang Song's eyes were sharp as knives, his expression indifferent.

"The bird cries and cries as it dies; the words of a man speak kindly as he dies; but I did not expect you to speak with such subtlety. "It's getting late, let's continue with our previous topic. You have one last question, I hope you can think it through first." The masked leader stared straight at Zhang Song.

"No rush, haven't you thought about it? What happens if your mission fails? " Zhang Song looked at the leader quietly, waiting for his reply.

He really did not know how to answer this question. He clearly remembered that when he accepted this mission, he promised his master that he would take Zhang Song's head. If he could not complete the mission, then he would not need to go back. Remembering his promise to his master, the masked leader stared at Zhang Song coldly and said: "I never thought that I would fail. To us assassins, failure means death.

"Good, to fight for my life and for my dignity. Very good. "It's just a pity." Zhang Song was actually trying to be suspenseful at the moment.

"But what? What's a pity? " The masked man asked.

"It's just that you guys don't understand the Heavenly Dao, but it's a pity that you're too stupid and loyal."

"Oh? "Where do you start?"

A week ago, you all had full confidence in killing me, but you all wasted your only chance. If you miss this chance, then the sky will tilt, so I said that you all do not understand the heavens' law. Zhang Song said indifferently.

"Hmph, the Heavenly Dao?" Fate? Did you become a judge in a week? That's ridiculous. " The masked man retorted.

"Everyone has their own path to take, and I'm just advising you before you make a decision, hoping that you will find your way back. Even though you were ordered to take my head, I'm on the opposite side of you. "

"After saying all that, do I think you're afraid and guilty?" The masked man mocked.

"If you think so, you may as well. Unfortunately, you will regret it for the rest of your life with your promise. " Zhang Song slightly sighed, sighing for this ignorant assassin.

"Three days apart should be spent in admiration, I didn't expect you to be able to be so eloquent. Continue with our unfinished business. The last question we have to ask is the moment you take your leave of the mortal world. "

"Since you are so confident, then there is no point in forcing it. Last question, listen carefully: is your master surnamed Cao? "

They didn't know how Zhang Song would know this extremely secret, so other than their master and them, no one else knew about this secret. However, Zhang Song's words just now was unbelievable to them, and they were wondering how Zhang Song, the top secret known by them, knew about it.

Looking at the masked men in silence, and seeing the astonishment in their eyes, Zhang Song knew that he had guessed correctly. In fact, he wasn't completely sure either. Other than Chu Huaiyang from the northeast Life-death Gang, Gannicus the Great Poison Owner, and Dong Huangtaiyi from the Japanese Yamada Group, he couldn't think of anyone else who still held a grudge against him, and that person wanted to kill him regardless of anything else. But he was very meticulous, and realised that the expression of Zhang Jun's girlfriend, Cao Jia, who came to watch him over the past year revealed too many complex thoughts. Thus, he thought that other than the three international enemies he had made because of Mu Xinyi, he couldn't think of anyone else.

At this time, Zhang Song secretly sighed: "I never thought that my enemy would always hide by my side." But then he started to suspect that there was no conflict of interest between him and Cao Jia, why would she want to harm him? He could not figure this out.

"I am truly sorry. I am unable to give you the answer to your question. I am only an executor. I have no right to know things that I should not know." The masked man recovered from his shock and answered coldly.

"It doesn't matter. I've found the answer I want."

"In that case, should we end the battle that we haven't finished?" The masked man reminded.

"Have you really decided? You must think carefully about the consequences of this battle. " Zhang Song's eyes were like sharp knives, shooting towards the masked man.

The masked man stared at Zhang Song, his eyes fixated on the tall figure in front of him. He carefully searched for a way out.

After staring blankly for a while, he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He shouted crazily, "Fight!"

The leader's roar woke everyone up. Taking a deep breath, they waved their machetes and rushed at Zhang Song.

Zhang Song shook his head, he forcefully took a breath and with a low voice, he rushed towards the group of people.

When the distance between Zhang Song and the frontmost person was less than two meters, he suddenly jumped, and the Foot ferociously stomped on the person in front of him like an iron hammer.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Three consecutive hits to his chest and neck. His chest collapsed and his throat fractured. With three consecutive "kacha" sounds, that person didn't even have the chance to cry out before he died on the spot. The tremendous strength caused him, who died, to continuously knock down three people before he fell to the ground.

Landing on the ground, Zhang Song's right leg fiercely kicked the lower abdomen of the person who tried to sneak attack him. At the same time, the sharp claw that was used as a claw turned a bewitching blood-red, and with an ear-piercing sound, it ruthlessly slashed towards the face of the person in front of him.

"Puff." Four deep scratches immediately appeared on that person's face. His left eye and nose were completely shattered by the intense force, and his face was badly mutilated.

"Ah …" With this inhuman scream, the machete that was aimed at Zhang Song was immediately thrown away. Both of his hands tightly held onto the face that could no longer be considered a face, and flew out like headless flies.

Such a vicious method made everyone who witnessed what had happened shudder. Fear filled their eyes, and even the speed at which they were moving slowed down by a lot.

Not far away, the leader of the masked men trembled as he prepared to join the battle. His hand stopped mid-air as he said with a trembling voice, "Good … "So vicious …"

At the moment, Zhang Song did not care about how others felt, he was afraid of the enemy, that was his goal! Today, he displayed his strong and ruthless cold side. His body was like a feather as he nimbly dodged the enemy's attacks without a care for the blood that splashed out. His eyes were cold and cruel, making his handsome face even more terrifying and ruthless.

The masked leader, who was not far away, had completely lost the desire to rush in. At this moment, he truly felt fear. This was not a battlefield at all, this was the actual slaughterhouse.