The assassin was horrified when he saw Zhang Heng. He was a master of stealth, yet he failed to notice that someone was tailing him. On top of that, Zhang Heng had been tailing him for a long time, all the way to the laundry. Surprisingly, Zhang Heng did not reveal himself until the assassin entered the butcher's shop to meet his contact.
Recalling the strange feeling he had earlier, the assassin could not help but blurt out, "You … Are you an assassin too?"
"Unfortunately, it's time for me to ask questions." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze to the one-eyed Samaritan. "It seems that you are his contact. Then, you should know who paid to assassinate me this time, right?"
The Samaritan quickly calmed down after the initial panic. He shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about. I am just the owner of the butcher shop. How would I know anything about assassination?"
"Really?" Zhang Heng did not rush him. Instead, he pulled out the two Persian swords from his waist.
"What do you want to do? Arrest me and bring me back to the patrol team? " The one-eyed Samaritan raised his voice. "What evidence do you have to prove that I am his contact?"
"Arrest you? You think too much. It seems that you still don't know the patrol team's style of doing things recently. " Zhang Heng said, "I was very careful when I came here. No one on the street noticed me entering your butcher shop. In other words, even if I kill you, no one will know that I did it."
The one-eyed Samaritan was taken aback when he heard Zhang Heng's words. He did not expect Zhang Heng, as a member of the patrol team responsible for maintaining the security of this area, would not abide by the law at all. What kind of patrol team was this? He was simply a bandit.
So he looked at the assassin on the other side for help. However, the latter's eyes were also looking around, and it seemed like he was planning to escape.
What a joke. He was just an assassin, and he was good at sneak attacks and assassinations. How could he be a match for the Roman gladiator champion in a head-on battle?
Fortunately, the next moment, the burly butcher outside the butcher shop walked in. He was the Samaritan's bodyguard, and selling meat was just a side job. His real job was to protect the Samaritan.
It seemed that the Samaritan had deliberately raised his voice, and it had worked. He had summoned his bodyguard.
As soon as the butcher spotted Zhang Heng, he immediately rushed over with a sharp knife. On the other side, the assassin fell into a fierce struggle. He wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to slip away, but considering Zhang Heng's elusive tracking ability, he did not know if he could escape. Besides, he had a good relationship with the one-eyed Samaritan. The latter had been his contact for four to five years, and he did not want to betray him just like that.
In the end, the assassin gritted his teeth and charged forward as well.
With Butcher at the front, he could use the guerilla warfare strategy that he was best at. In his opinion, there was a certain chance of winning if the two of them worked together.
On the other hand, the Samaritan did not hold back. When he saw that the assassin and the butcher were entangled with Zhang Heng, he immediately jumped up from his chair, turned around, and ran into the house. He knew how dangerous and hated his business was. Naturally, he came prepared. Not only did he have the butcher as his bodyguard, but he also had a secret passage hidden under his bed that led directly to the alley outside.
As soon as the Samaritan stepped through the door, he felt a sharp pain in his right foot.
Zhang Heng used a Persian sword to nail the sole of his foot to the ground. At the same time, he said, "Where do you want to go? Are you in a hurry to leave without answering my question? Just stay here and be obedient for a while. "
After that, Zhang Heng used another Persian sword to block the butcher's knife. After that, he swayed his body and dodged the assassin's sneak attack. As a result, the assassin was half a beat too slow when he retreated, and Zhang Heng's sword almost cut his stomach open.
When the Samaritan saw that the three of them were finally fighting, he wanted to escape again. However, he tried twice, but he failed to pull out the Persian sword that was stuck in his foot. Instead, he screamed in pain and broke out in a cold sweat.
On the other side, the butcher, whom he had high hopes for, was not having a good time either. He finally witnessed the true strength of the gladiatorial champion of the Amphitheatrum Flavium. If it weren't for the assassin's harassment, he would have been defeated a long time ago. Although he was not defeated yet, he was in a difficult situation. It was only a matter of time before he was defeated.
At the same time, the assassin who partnered with him also realized that the situation was worse than he had imagined. Even if the two of them joined forces, they were no match for the easterner in front of him. However, it was not so easy for him to leave this time because Zhang Heng did not put much effort in dealing with the butcher. Most of Zhang Heng's attention was on him.
The assassin realized that it was not a matter of whether he wanted to leave or not. It was a matter of whether he could leave or not. No matter where he moved, Zhang Heng would block his way with his sword in advance.
So the assassin, who was sweating profusely, had no choice but to use his trump card. He suddenly threw away the weapon in his hand, took half a step back, raised his hand, and said, "I surrender!"
So Zhang Heng's next sword stopped in front of the assassin's nose. On the other side, the Samaritan almost cried when he heard Zhang Heng's words. He had just pulled out the Persian sword that was stuck in his foot. When he heard the assassin's words, he could not help but curse, "You should have surrendered earlier. I didn't have to work so hard to pull out the sword!"
After that, he looked at the butcher and shouted at the latter, "No more fighting. We can't beat him. We surrender too. This time, we admit defeat."
The butcher hesitated when he heard what Zhang Heng said. In the end, he also threw away the sharp knife in his hand.
Zhang Heng had no intention of killing the assassin. He took his other Persian sword from the Samaritan's hand. The latter then asked the butcher to find a bandage and bandage the wound on his foot. The Samaritan really suffered this time. The butcher and the assassin carried him back to the chair, and he was still groaning all the way.
"You want to know who contacted me about this order? I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you because I don't know the person who contacted me. He is a stranger. He is not from here. "
"And then?"
"And … that's it." The Samaritan looked a little innocent. "In our line of work, we shouldn't ask so many questions. I negotiated the price with him, and he paid me to do the job. We didn't talk much. I don't even know how he came to me. By the way, he also specifically told me to make it look like a local force killed you after I kill you. You may be able to deduce that it's not a local force that wants to kill you."
"Don't force me to stab your left foot too," Zhang Heng warned. "I have a way to check if you are lying. If this is all you know, why did you run away so happily?"
A conflicted look appeared on the Samaritan's face. After a while, he said, "Well, the next is just my speculation. Although he hid it very well, some of his small habits betrayed him. I feel that he is a member of the imperial guards. I always feel that the water is very murky. A small character like me doesn't want to get involved in any political affairs."
"Then why did you accept this job?"
"Because the other party paid too much," the Samaritan said honestly.
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