"Can you ask a question?" Liu Zhengyang asked with a black head: "Who is the person who wants to kill me? How high is the price he gave that makes you dare not even laugh at the painting skills of this level? You should know that you can't find me with your portrait."

"Sorry, these are all secrets, I can't betray the employer." The young man put away the portrait.

Then, as if he changed his face, he put away his grievance and helplessness just now.

As he gradually became serious, a bit of firmness appeared on his face.

"As a qualified assassin, all I need to do is to complete the employer's commission and bring the target's head back without revealing any information from the employer. You cannot get any valuable information from me before death." The young man said in a deep voice.

"Then your employer's painting skills are so bad. Is it your employer's information?" Liu Zhengyang said with a stingy voice.

"It should...not count?" The young man was stunned for a moment before answering: "Although the adult with such poor painting skills should not be able to find a second person in the world, it is unlikely that you can find him with this information, so the problem is not big."

"Liu Zhengyang, I'm not in the mood to listen to your longing, let's do it." Zhong Qinglei suddenly shouted coldly.

Just now, Zhong Qinglei could still bear it and not take action when he was counting on Liu Zhengyang to ask what information he had come out of the young man's mouth.

But after discovering that the young man was not as fooled as he imagined, he lost the patience to wait.

Faced with an assassin who wanted to kill Liu Zhengyang and made him a small vendor for a day, he just wanted to destroy the other party.

Bang!

Zhong Qinglei suddenly set off, and made a very obvious sound when he exerted force.

It looks particularly harsh under the quiet night sky and in the alleys.

With the cover of the night, he appeared behind the young man like a ghost and punched him in the back of the neck.

It can be said that with Zhong Qinglei's current strength, if this punch is solid, even the southern district mayor will be seriously injured.

Because even monks have a very fragile neck.

But the young man didn't know whether he didn't react or could not see Zhong Qinglei's actions, so he didn't dodge anyway.

"It's over the battle, it's easier than I thought." Liu Zhengyang thought to himself: "Is it because of the rapid improvement in recent times that we have made us much stronger than other monks? Even if the other party is an assassin, it doesn't bring me any sense of threat."

While Liu Zhengyang sighed secretly, he felt a little regretful.

Because he did not find who the so-called employer was.

This feeling of being stared at by someone is really bad.

However, the young man refused to say anything, and there was no other way.

Bang!

A muffled sound suddenly came.

But unlike Liu Zhengyang imagined, the dull sound was not made when the young man was hit.

Compared to the dull sound made when the real object was hit, the sound Liu Zhengyang heard was slightly lighter.

He had already heard that it was the movement when the air was blown up.

In other words, Zhong Qinglei's sudden punch did not hit the middle-aged and young man.

Liu Zhengyang quickly looked closely and saw that the young man's figure slowly became blurred and eventually disappeared out of thin air.

In other words, what Zhong Qinglei hit was just a afterimage.

"What? How could it be?" Zhong Qinglei was shocked and said, "When did he run away?"
Chapter completed!