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Chapter 110

The cold wind whistling outside the window echoed in my ears, and the warm water in the room soaked my whole body. Zhao Chengping closed his eyes and lay reclined in the large bathtub. Covering his face, a murderous man came.

When Zhao Chengping opened his eyes, the ghost-headed sword was only ten centimeters away from him, and it was unavoidable. Just when the assassin thought he was about to hit him with one blow, Zhao Chengping suddenly disappeared, protruding out of nowhere from the water. One foot just kicked on the assassin's wrist.

The sore wrist couldn't hold the knife. Seeing that the knife was about to be dropped, the assassin's left hand swiftly grabbed the knife that was about to fall, and then stabbed into the water.

Just now, Zhao Chengping slipped into the water in desperation to avoid the fatal knife, and also retaliated a little by the way, now this stab, he barely turned his body sideways in the water, avoiding the blade, and very quickly grabbed the wall of the bathtub with his hands, Get out of the water.

It would have been a handsome pose, but he had no strength in his whole body, and he couldn't even stand firmly. After turning over from the bathtub, he fell directly to the ground. The assassin's feet were already waiting for him, and he rolled on the ground forcefully. After a while, he dodged again.

The assassin sneered and said: "Master Zhao San, this mangy dog ​​rolls around in a good posture."

"Thank you for the compliment. I also think it's pretty good. It's a good move if you can survive." Zhao Chengping wanted to stand up, but found that the act of standing up was barely enough. The temperature of the water in the bathtub should be Not so high.

"Do you find it difficult to stand up now?" the assassin sneered, "It's more comfortable to lie down."

As he spoke, he stepped forward in two steps and chopped at Zhao Chengping.

Zhao Chengping grabbed the blowing torch placed next to the stove, and used illusion to turn it into a standard rifle. He wanted to end the battle with such a happy shot, but...

A rifle, it's just a rifle, doesn't automatically come up with enough ammo to fill the chamber.

Depend on!
Zhao Chengping completely forgot about the bullet, and wanted to turn it into a cold weapon again, but it didn't work. Zhao Chengping decided to use the rifle as an iron rod.

Surprisingly, the assassin didn't rush over, his eyes were fixed on the rifle in Zhao Chengping's hand: "You, what kind of magic is this, how could you have this thing?"

This assassin actually knows the rifle?
One must know that in this small town, every household does not even have electricity, and there are only a few people from big families who have gone out to see the world.

"It seems that you know what it is?" Zhao Chengping smiled wickedly.

The assassin's expression already clearly explained everything.

Weapons, in many cases, play a role of deterrence and intimidation.

"Now, can you tell me who sent you to peek at me taking a shower?" It was still cold outside without any clothes on.

With a gun in his hand, Zhao Chengping returned to the bathtub, like a sniper squatting in a trench waiting to shoot.

The assassin looked at him coldly and said nothing.

If there were bullets, Zhao Chengping would at least shoot the ground now as a warning, but he couldn't do that, as soon as he pulled the trigger, the assassin would find out that he was completely bluffing.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, if you're idle, you're idle, why don't you come and guess." Zhao Chengping looked at him calmly.

"You were sent by Luo Xinyuan." Zhao Chengping said the name in a very sure tone.

Although the assassin was still expressionless, judging from his slightly widened eyes, he should have guessed right.

Zhao Chengping smiled and said: "Don't be surprised how I guessed it, Luo Xinyuan has been studying in Japan for so long, and must have many Japanese friends. Although you are holding a Chinese sword in your hand, the posture of swinging the sword is really rubbish. The traces of the Japanese samurai sword waving that don’t go away. Which school are you? Feitian Yujian style?”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" the assassin asked coldly.

Zhao Chengping smiled even wider: "I was discovered by you."

"Why did Luo Xinyuan want to kill me? I ordered so many goods from him and haven't paid the balance yet." Zhao Chengping expressed regret that he didn't want to get the full payment for the goods. We are all businessmen. What kind of hatred is there? It's all about money. Can't you let it go for your own sake?
The assassin said coldly: "If you want to kill, kill it, stop talking nonsense."

"To kill you, I have to dispose of the body myself. I don't want to see soulless pieces of meat today anymore. You can go." Zhao Chengping raised the barrel of the gun and said "please" in the direction of the door very generously. pose.

Now it's the assassin's turn to express his confusion: "You let me go?"

"Why don't you let me go? You are just a tool to be ordered by others. I already know who is holding your tool. Besides, you can't beat me. Why don't you let you go?" Taiping waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go, remember to close the door when you go out, it's very cold."

When the assassin saw that Zhao Chengping really had no intention of questioning him further or killing him, he slowly walked towards the door, opened the door, and saw Liu Yeer standing at the door. She saw a strange man running out of the bathroom, his head He and his face were tightly wrapped, and with a knife in his hand, he couldn't help opening his mouth wide to scream.

The assassin strangled Liu Ye'er's neck, and the gleaming blade pressed against her fair and delicate skin. Under the fragile skin, light blue blood vessels were beating slightly.

A dazzling line of blood red slowly flowed down the skin against the blade.

Liu Ye'er's throat was tightly held, and she couldn't even scream.She opened her eyes wide in panic, trying to breathe with her mouth open.

"Now, let's see if your gun is faster or my knife is faster!" The assassin's cold tone was full of pride.

Zhao Chengping looked at him like a fool:
"Hey, wake up, okay? She is a maid, and I am a young master. Which young master have you ever seen set yourself up for a maid? It's hard to say whether the gun is fast or the knife is fast, but I can guarantee that, She's dead, and you can't escape."

Looking at him lazily soaking in the bathtub, holding guns in both hands, it seems that he really has no intention of competing with him for faster shots.

"I! No! Letter!" The assassin gritted his back molars and paused every word.

Who in the whole town doesn't know that the whole Zhao family is the third young master Zhao Chengping who values ​​justice, equality, democracy, and freedom the most.

It must be his personal maid who will come over when the young master is taking a bath. How could he be so ruthless to his personal maid?
"Don't believe it? Then you try it. You make a cut and I shoot. It's fair and reasonable." Zhao Chengping smiled softly, put one hand on the trigger, and held the barrel of the gun against the wall of the tub, as if Liu Yeer's neck was dripping with blood. The blood he shed had no effect on him.

I thought I had caught a hostage, but I didn't expect to put myself in a dilemma.

(End of this chapter)