Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 77 Killing (2)

In the dark room of the money house, no sun or moon can be seen.

Even with a few flickering candle flames, it was difficult to conceal the darkness, so when the two daggers collided, the sparks that exploded were extremely dazzling.

The servant's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly stepped back, quickly widening the distance between him and Song Yan. With the help of the flickering candlelight, he could clearly see a deep mark on the side of the dagger. Even the blade had been shattered into a piece the size of a soybean.

The man no longer had the servile attitude he had at first. His narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, flashing a cold light.

The information is wrong.

Who said this is a weak boy?
He was able to react instantly to his sneak attack and block the dagger with a short knife. This strength means he is at least a martial artist of the first level.

Song Yan's reaction was completely beyond his expectations. He drew out the dagger to block without any hesitation, as if he had already anticipated his sneak attack. Even if he was just a little slower for half a breath, the dagger would have ripped his throat.

"Good boy, I underestimated you. I'm curious how you saw through me?" The assassin's voice also changed. It was no longer as flattering as before, but a little hoarse.

The sneak attack was blocked but it was not a big problem. This kid was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and even if he could become a first-grade warrior, his strength would certainly not be compared with a warrior like him who had been immersed in the first-grade for many years.

The advantage is mine.

Song Yan slowly rose from his chair and took a step forward. There was no trace of panic from being assassinated on his face. "You don't think your disguise is perfect, do you? To be honest, as an assassin, you are very unqualified."

A layer of red appeared on the originally dark face.

As a professional assassin, it is really infuriating to be criticized like this by a teenager.

"To me, your disguise is completely flawed. First of all, you're just too tall. With your physique, you'd be more than capable of joining the army, or even being a bodyguard for a wealthy family. How could you possibly be a servant serving tea and water?"

"Secondly, this is the secret room of the money shop. No one except the shopkeeper and the trading party is allowed to enter. You may be too poor to know the rules here."

hiss.

The assassin took a deep breath. Song Yan's tone was gentle and he looked calm, but why were the words he said so hurtful?

"In the end, even Shopkeeper Qian didn't know who I was, but you came up and called me Young Master Song..."

"With so many loopholes, I'd be a fool if I didn't see that you're up to something." Song Yan sighed, his expression a bit complicated. "I really want to know who actually despises me so much that they arranged for a fool like you to come and kill me?"

Deliberately provoking, a very despicable tactic.

Those truly professional killers have hardened minds and are likely to remain unaffected, but the man before him clearly isn't at that level.

Thinking of this, Song Yan spoke again, and at the same time took a step forward inconspicuously: "Is it Yang Miaoqing?"

"Langya Yang Clan?"

The anger in the assassin's eyes was gradually dissipating, and he was gradually regaining his sanity. Even when he heard Song Yan's question, his expression did not change at all.

At this moment, Song Yan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, as if he had thought of something:
"Aventurine?"

The next moment, the assassin's pupils suddenly contracted and his consciousness was briefly distracted.

boom!
Almost at the same time, Song Yan suddenly went berserk, exerted force with his feet, and shot out, appearing in front of the assassin in an instant. The dagger in his hand tore at the assassin's neck with a swish.

The assassin was distracted for only a moment, but Song Yan had already seized this moment. It was not until this moment that he realized that the distance between them was so close. It was too late to raise the dagger to defend himself, and his upper body instinctively leaned back.

The sharp blade almost scraped the skin on the assassin's neck.

Swish.

A string of blood beads oozed out.

As if he had walked through the gates of hell, the assassin's body was covered with goose bumps. But that was just a layer of skin, scary but not fatal.

Although his martial arts path has been on the right track, with both his internal strength and physical body tempered, and he has practiced with Gu Banxia a lot during this period, for Song Yan, this is still the first time he has faced an enemy in the true sense.

The darkroom is well soundproofed, and Zhang Long and Zhao Hu can't hear anything happening here.

Even my sister-in-law couldn't know what was going on in the dark room.

He would not choose to escape. Turning his back to a killer would be tantamount to seeking death.

Song Yan's experiences since childhood have made him not care about any rules. For him, achieving the goal is the most important thing. After the confrontation between the two began, he was like a poisonous snake, patiently looking for opportunities. The moment the other party was distracted by the word "Dongling", he launched a sneak attack like thunder.

Once the attack begins, it will be like a storm and will never stop until the opponent is dead.

The candlelight flickers, the figure flickers.

Song Yan suddenly took a step forward, and the short knife in his hand rotated, with the blade facing downward, and chiseled towards the heart that was completely exposed in front of him.

The assassin raised his right arm before he could react.

scoff.

clack.

The dagger fell to the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

"I am going to kill you."

A chair hit Song Yan's waist hard and shattered. In the dim light, blood splattered everywhere and broken wood chips flew everywhere.

Song Yan's dagger was still stuck in the assassin's arm, and blood instantly dyed his sleeve red.

The assassin's other hand was still holding a broken chair leg, and he reacted quickly.

Some blood splattered on his face, and the pungent smell of blood penetrated into his nose, but it did not make people feel nauseous. Song Yan's face seemed to have completely lost its expression, only indifference. He held the handle of the knife with his right hand and turned around.

Pain is a feeling that can make people lose the ability to resist.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Suddenly there was another cry of pain, and the assassin's body began to twitch violently.

He raised his right leg and hit Song Yan in the abdomen.

boom.

Song Yan's body trembled at the dull sound, but his hands showed no sign of stopping. He exerted force on his wrist, separating the flesh and bones.

It was not until this time that Song Yan's offensive was suspended.

The dagger may have severed a blood vessel, possibly an artery.

Song Yan couldn't quite distinguish the arteries and veins, but the blood just kept gushing out along the assassin's arm like a faucet with the switch turned off. In a short while, the ground was covered in scarlet.

The extremely strong smell of blood slowly spread in this airtight dark room.

Here is Chapter 2.

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