Soon, Li Zheng took out a mobile phone, a bunch of keys, and a box of cigarettes from his body.

"Don't, don't kill me......", now he is basically a little delirious, and even his mouth has begun to vomit blood, which makes people a little unbearable to look at directly.

Li Zheng glanced at him expressionlessly, let him bleed non-stop, and he would not sympathize with him at all, let alone be compassionate, if he was just an ordinary person, under the other party's knife just now, his current body should have been cold.

That's it, the time has been until twelve o'clock, but don't really say it, this guy's vitality is really tenacious.

"Stand up!", Li Zheng stood in front of him and said in a very cold tone.

As soon as Li Zheng's voice fell, but the other party was motionless, as if he was a dead man, the blood stains had already dried up during this period of time, and even the other party's face had turned pale, fortunately, the other party was only holding a dagger, if the Mitsubishi army stabbed him, the other party might have bled to death by now.

"Are you still angry?", Li Zheng turned around, and went up directly with a kick, and kicked him directly in the face, although the force was not heavy, it was definitely not light.

"Poof!"

He was hit hard in the face, and a mouthful of blood spurted out again, along with a missing tooth.

Now that he has been tortured by Li Zheng, he can't even see a positive shape on his face, it looks like a dead man, but with Li Zheng's feet, he directly kicked him into action.

"Yes...... I...... I still...... There is a ...... of breath", he hurriedly opened his mouth, panting at the same time, in a very difficult tone, said a complete sentence, he panted, as if the limit was approaching, he didn't speak, he completely wanted to retain the only remaining physical strength in his body, although he came to kill Li Zheng, but he himself was actually very afraid of death.

For him now, his only remaining pleasure is to lie on the floor of the bathroom, in his mind, fantasizing about some things that can make him live at the moment, and by imagining beautiful things, he will transform them into the motivation to live, and even if he says more words now, his physical strength will be greatly lost.

"Since you're not dead, stand up!", Li Zheng said lightly, without the slightest change on his face.

When the assassin heard this, it was very laborious, and he struggled to get up from the ground, especially his chest, which continued to spill out a trace of blood as he stood up.

His face was now pale, and every trace of blood that flowed out of his face turned pale, and even when he stood up and walked, he was trembling and swaying from side to side, and walked towards the door with difficulty.

"Wait for me at the door, don't open the door", Li Zheng left such a sentence, and then began to clean up the blood stains in the bathroom, so as not to be found by the staff the next day, thus causing unnecessary trouble, now he lives a peaceful life, lives well, and he does not want to be disturbed by anyone now.

When the assassin heard this, his body stopped at the door, and he even had an urge to run away now, but he forcibly gritted his teeth and held back.

The assassin's own physical strength is no longer as good as before, and the little physical strength he has recovered now, if he can't let him run away, what will happen to him in the end, this is basically not even necessary to think about it, and it will be even more miserable, so in order to suffer less guilt, he did not rashly unscrew the door and chose to escape.