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Chapter 122

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If the Little Goblin and the Old Monster were not hostages, the Little Goblin and the Old Monster would have been swearing at each other.

The hand belonged to the Old Monster, and the one answering the question was the Little Goblin. What did it have to do with you? Why are you so nervous? We are the ones who should be nervous, okay?

Fang Yan waved his hand, indicating that the previous time did not count.

He held the Mingmen Acupoint on the Old Monster's wrist with one hand, and grabbed the five fingers of the Old Monster's right hand with the other. "Come on, the previous time does not count. Let's continue the game … First question, where did you learn Tai Chi?"

The Little Goblin looked at the Old Monster, as if he wanted to say something.

Crack!

Fang Yan exerted force on his fingers and broke another one of the Old Monster's fingers.

"Hmm …"

Because Fang Yan exerted too much force this time, the Old Monster's fingers were almost broken at a ninety-degree angle. Even though the Old Monster had been through hundreds of battles, he still could not bear the pain. He gritted his teeth and groaned.

"What are you doing?" The Little Goblin roared. He moved his right foot forward, as if he was ready to attack at any time. "You did it on purpose."

"Yes. I did it on purpose this time, "Fang Yan said honestly. "I didn't explain the rules clearly just now, so I'll add a few more. After I ask the question, the person who answers the question must not hesitate or waste any time. The two of you must not talk to each other, not even through eye contact … Who knows if there are any chips implanted in your eyes that allow you to send messages through eye contact or something. "

"You didn't explain the rules clearly. Why did you break his fingers?" The Little Goblin said angrily. "Why should someone else bear the responsibility for your mistake?"

Fang Yan sneered. He looked at the Little Goblin and said, "You are assassins, not childish kids … Don't you know this better than me? Now, all of you are in my hands. Everything I say is the law. Everything I do is the law. It doesn't matter if it's my fault or not. If I say it's your fault, then it's your fault … Did you tell me the rules when you killed me? I don't think so? "

"…" The Little Goblin wanted to say something but stopped. She really couldn't refute Fang Yan's words. If they had succeeded just now, Fang Yan would have been a dead man by now. They wouldn't teach him any rules or play some idiotic game of quick answers.

A philosopher in the world of assassins once said, "Wasting time is equivalent to slowly committing suicide."

"Do you understand now?" Fang Yan asked with a smile. "If you understand, then let's start again … First question, who sent you to kill me?"

"…" The Little Goblin opened her mouth but quickly closed it again.

This cunning bastard was as cunning as a fox and as treacherous as a coyote. He actually played tricks on them. He actually played interrogation psychology with them.

Fang Yan broke the first finger of the Little Goblin and the Old Monster when they were defenseless. That was to make them tense and ready to answer any question Fang Yan asked. Because they didn't know why he would do it, and they didn't know when he would do it … They couldn't guard against him, but they had to guard against him.

The reason Fang Yan broke the second finger of the Old Monster was that the Little Goblin answered the question too slowly and was suspected of making eye contact. Because of the hesitation, because of the pause, the Old Monster broke a finger. This made the Little Goblin and the Old Monster more focused, and they even had the answer on the tip of their tongue. As long as Fang Yan asked another question, they would immediately say the answer he wanted …

However, the third question he asked was about the mastermind behind the scene. He suddenly changed the question, and they almost blurted out the answer.

Fortunately, they reacted quickly and forcibly held back the answer. If they leaked the buyer's information, they would violate the professional spirit of assassins. Not only would it be difficult for them to establish a foothold in this profession, but they would also be hunted by the organization.

The first assassin's creed: Kill the target.

The second assassin's creed: Never leak the employer's information.

The third assassin's creed: Loyalty to the employer comes first.



Fang Yan looked at the Old Monster in his hands, and then looked at the Little Goblin's happy eyes in front of him. He couldn't help but feel happy. He said, "Do you think I'm very smart?"

"…"

Crack!

Fang Yan slowly broke the third finger of the Old Monster.

Fang Yan patted the back of the Old Monster's hand and said, "This is the price for refusing to answer the question."

The Old Monster and the Little Goblin stared at Fang Yan viciously. They were almost about to explode from anger.

Toying!

Such words involuntarily popped up in their minds.

He was playing with them, playing with their bodies, playing with their feelings … ….

They were assassins. One … no, two long-established assassins were toyed with like this. It had to be said that this was a form of humiliation.

"You can kill me," the Old Monster looked at Fang Yan and said. "But I can guarantee you that you will be in danger for the rest of your life, and your life will be taken away at any time."

"Is this a threat?" Fang Yan said sarcastically. "Even the knives in your hands can't scare me. Do you think your lips can do things that knives can't?"

"What do you want?" the Little Goblin said. "We can make a deal."

"You have no right to make a deal with me. Answer my first question first. Where did you learn Tai Chi? "Fang Yan asked again.

The Little Goblin confirmed the content of Fang Yan's question and said in a low voice, "We learned from Wen Qingxue for a while …"

"Wen Tai Chi?" Fang Yan asked. Wen Tai Chi was a branch of Chen Tai Chi and one of the main branches of Hua Xia Tai Chi. Wen Qingxue was a famous Tai Chi master in Hua Xia Country. He was known as the Swallow in the Cloud. Fang Yan saw with his own eyes that Wen Qingxue in a white Tang suit stepped on the edge of the copper basin with one foot and walked along it. The copper basin was empty, but it did not tilt to one side. Wen Qingxue's posture was like a swallow flying in the clouds. That was why he was known as the Swallow in the Cloud.

Fang Yan looked at the Little Goblin seriously and said, "Who are you to Wen Qingxue?"

The Little Goblin did not answer.

Fang Yan suddenly remembered a secret and asked in surprise, "You are Wen Qingxue's abandoned disciple?"

Rumor had it that Wen Qingxue had two things when he was young. One was that he had many disciples and the other was that he had many women. One of the disciples fell in love with his favorite lover. Somehow, Wen Qingxue found out about this. Wen Qingxue was furious and threatened to cripple the two. The disciple and the lover ran away and were never heard from again.

One should not wash one's dirty linen in public. Very few people knew about this. Fang Yan also overheard it by accident.

Now that he heard the Little Goblin say that they learned Tai Chi from Wen Qingxue, could it be that these two were the lover and disciple that Wen Qingxue had chased away?

"Tai Chi is a martial art that strengthens the body, but you used it to kill people … You can kill bad people, but you even killed people like me. Do you still have a conscience? "

"Assassins work for money. They don't care about good or evil," the Old Monster said coldly.

"You sound free and easy," Fang Yan laughed coldly. "You still have two fingers on this hand. I also have two questions to ask … First, who sent you to kill me?"

The Little Goblin and the Old Monster did not answer.

Crack!

Fang Yan exerted force again and broke the Old Monster's fourth finger.

"This hand still has the best finger. I also have one last question …" Fang Yan said. "Who sent you to kill me?"

This was the last question and the last chance.

If they were still unwilling to answer, then Fang Yan did not mind showing them the violence of a gentle man.

"I don't know," the Old Monster said. "No one knows. They were contacted through an organization … "

"I am not satisfied with this answer. I have to apologize to you again … "Fang Yan said.

At this moment, the Little Goblin rushed toward Fang Yan with the blade in his hand. He looked like he wanted to die together with his lover.

Fang Yan grabbed the Old Monster's wrist and pushed him away.

The Old Monster was his natural shield. He did not believe that the Little Goblin would dare to attack his lover, the Old Monster. As long as the Old Monster did not die, Fang Yan would not have to worry.

Soon, Fang Yan realized that he was wrong.

The Little Goblin really attacked the Old Monster. Moreover, this attack was very fierce and cruel.

The blade in her hand was just a disguise. She didn't know when, but she had changed the blade into a long prismatic blade.

The long sword slashed at the Old Monster's arm. Due to the force, the arm that was in Fang Yan's hand was cut off.

Chi …

Smoke rose around Fang Yan, and a flame flew toward Fang Yan.

Fang Yan swung the broken arm to knock away the Phosphor Stones. When he could see again, he saw the Little Goblin and the Old Monster holding hands and jumping into the Tiger Leaping Gorge.

The gorge was unfathomably deep in the mountain wind.

Suicide?

No, the warrior cut off his arm to survive.

After descending a certain distance, a large black cloth suddenly bulged behind them. The black cloth unfolded in the strong wind and turned into a natural parachute.

On the Little Goblin's back was a mini parachute bag. It seemed that there was a reason why they chose the Tiger Leaping Gorge as their attack point.

Fang Yan stood in the gorge and watched them for a long time. He only retracted his gaze when they disappeared from his sight.

Raising his bloody arm, Fang Yan sighed and said, "Killers, killers … they have to kill their own hands at the critical moment."

Fang Yan thought that they were really cruel. Ordinary people would not have been able to do this.

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