Gao Qun had always been single. He always went in and out alone.
After all, his line of work was a high-risk one.
His family was a burden to him.
The moment Gao Qun opened the door, a hand suddenly grabbed the back of his neck from behind and pressed him into the room.
"Ah … Who …" Gao Qun wasn't a spiritualist, but he was quite skilled.
If he caught someone off guard, even a spiritualist could be killed by him.
Before this, he had such a battle record.
He lifted his heel and kicked backward.
He felt his heel kick the person's chest.
However, the person didn't move at all.
"Gao Qun, the hitman's contact?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Gao Qun clenched his teeth and refused to admit it.
However, his answer was met with more strength from the hand squeezing his neck.
"In the movies, people like you would rather die than submit. I wonder if you're the same."
Gao Qun couldn't turn his head, but he could feel the owner of the hand approaching him.
He smelled blood on the person. It was very, very heavy.
The person had definitely killed someone before, and not long ago at that.
"What do you want?" Gao Qun really didn't plan on dying for worldly possessions.
"Do you know Mo Han?"
"I know him. He's top three on the hitman list."
"Do you have his contact number?"
"How can I have Mo Han's contact number? I'm just a low-level contact."
"So you're useless to me?"
"Wait … I don't have Mo Han's contact number, but I know a high-level contact."
"I hope it won't be too complicated. If I go around in circles like you, I'll have a headache."
"No … I know where he lives."
"Good. Let's start now."
"Can you let go of me?"
Gao Qun finally saw Chen Zhao's face clearly.
"Hey, Mr. Deng, I have a bottle of good wine."
"Oh? Where's it from? "
"People buried it in the northeast before the founding of the People's Republic. It was dug up last year and I spent 300,000 at an auction to get it. But it's boring to drink alone. How about it? Do you want to come to my place or your place? "
"Come to my house, I'm the only one here."
"Alright, prepare some dishes to go with the wine. I like spicy food, so prepare some spicy dishes. I'll bring the wine over now."
After Deng Xianyang hung up the phone, his face couldn't help but change.
He and Gao Qun had already made a secret agreement. If they were drinking, they would not go to each other's house.
If the other party said that they were going to his house, then something must have happened.
And the so-called dishes to go with the wine were, of course, for him to prepare.
As for spicy, it meant that the target was tricky and he needed to be fully prepared.
Deng Xianyang immediately picked up the phone again. "Hello, Old Meng, something happened at home. Come over."
Not long after, Deng Xianyang's contractor arrived.
Old Meng, real name Meng Qi, nickname: Bengal Tiger.
He was the top assassin under Deng Xianyang.
It was different from the model of an ordinary assassin and a contractor who would never meet each other.
Deng Xianyang and Elder Meng often contacted each other in daily life.
Elder Meng was a killer in secret.
However, on the surface, he was the head of the Meng family who was responsible for slaying demons.
Not only in Huaxia, but also internationally.
The first thing Elder Meng did when he entered the door was ask bluntly, "Old Deng, what's the situation?"
"I just received a call from a friend …"
Deng Xianyang told Elder Meng about the situation.
"That is to say, Gao Qun will bring trouble later, right?"
"Yes, that's the situation."
"I see." Elder Meng nodded.
"At present, we don't know who it is. Gao Qun couldn't explain the opponent's strength on the phone. So later, you directly take the opponent down. Don't give him any chance to fight back. If you can't take him down in a short time, kill him directly."
"Yes, I know what to do."
Elder Meng nodded. In this regard, he was much more experienced than Elder Deng.
He might not be the top spiritualist, but when it came to killing, almost no one could beat him.
He was one of the very few spiritualists of the Strengthening Department.
The Strengthening Department had almost no future in China.
However, Elder Meng combined Eastern and Western fighting skills and integrated them into his own system.
In the end, it evolved into an ultimate killing skill that belonged to him.
However, his most brilliant achievement was a failed mission.
He was given the task of assassinating Zhang Tianshi.
And that mission ended in failure.
But it was affirmed by Zhang Tianshi.
Afterward, Zhang Tianshi said that if Elder Meng had not been so eager to take action at that time and entered within ten steps, it would have been him, Zhang Tianyi, who would have died.
Because of this evaluation, Elder Meng's reputation in the industry and the entire Huaxia spiritual world soared.
Top cultivation, coupled with the ultimate killing skill, made him the top killer.
Of course, there was also the top reputation.
As one of the top three killers in Huaxia.
He was the only one with a failed mission.
But even so, no one would accuse him of being unworthy.
After all, the target of his assassination was the world's top man, Zhang Tianyi.
And he escaped unscathed.
Even if the mission failed in the end, it was still enough for him to brag for the rest of his life.
Of course, Elder Meng knew himself well.
At that time, he was indeed a little young and frivolous.
It was indeed as Zhang Tianshi said.
Within ten steps, it would be Zhang Tianshi who would die.
But the key problem was …
How could he get within ten steps?
In addition, although his face had been temporarily disguised through a spell, it had not been for a long time.
But Zhang Tianshi's eyes seemed to have seen through his disguise.
At that time, he did not escape unscathed at all.
It was Zhang Tianshi who let him go.
As a result, the outside world mistakenly thought that he retreated with his own strength.
Since then, Elder Meng basically did not mention what happened that year.
And the name of Zhang Tianshi was like a taboo to him.
"Do you have food at home?"
"In the fridge, take it yourself."
With Elder Meng by his side, Deng Xianyang was much more relaxed.
He knew how strong Elder Meng was.
Unless a tactical missile was used to destroy a block in an instant.
Otherwise, it was almost impossible to kill Elder Meng.
Elder Meng was also very relaxed, as if he did not care about the upcoming battle at all.
Years of experience in the industry taught him that he needed to relax at all times.
Only by relaxing could his muscles be more flexible.
He could also make more reactions and movements in an instant.
At this time, the sound of a car parking came from downstairs.
Because it was night, the sound was quite obvious.
Deng Xianyang glanced at Elder Meng, who was eating cold food.
"They're here. Get ready."
"Okay, got it." Elder Meng put down the chopsticks in his hand and just casually shook his arms. "I'm ready."
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