Da-da-da-da.

The sound of leather shoes on the smooth marble floor echoed through the empty hall.

When I walked into the hall, I thought that there would be chaos here because of the earthquake.

However, Zou Xing and Cui Jianming found that the hall on the first floor of the Xue building was extremely deserted at this time.

Not even a single receptionist and security staff were in sight.

This situation is naturally very unusual.

"What's going on?" Cui Jianming said as he looked at Zou Xing beside him.

"I don't know, who is the man Yan Qi is talking about?"

Cui Jianming paused, thought about it, shook his head and said: "A kid who opens a teahouse, I don't have much contact, but Yan Qi seems to have a deep relationship with him, and he is also involved in this matter, so he is probably not an ordinary person." ”

As the two of them spoke, they walked towards the interior of the hall.

Suddenly, a cough came from the depths of the dark hall.

"Ahem, two, the Xue Building is no longer accepting visitors today. ”

A slender and well-dressed old man walked out with steady steps.

"C City Sheriff's Office. Cui Jianming glanced at the old man's documents.

The old man tilted his head, and did not seem to look at the certificate, but said, "No matter who it is, I won't accept guests today." ”

"Then, could you please hand over to us the people who came before? ”

Cui Jianming put away his documents and then asked.

The old man smiled slightly.

"There weren't any visitors today. The old man's tone was flat, and he didn't seem to care about the identities of the two at all.

Zou Xing and Cui Jianming glanced at each other.

In terms of their professionalism, they naturally see the problems involved.

"Anyway, we're on a routine business, please take us to your boss. ”

Zou Xing said, and was about to walk towards the elevator.

But suddenly, the old man's body appeared in front of him, and immediately after, Zou Xing felt dizzy, the old man's shot was so swift that he had already smashed a knife on his neck.

"Uhhh Zou Xing staggered back a few steps in pain, put his hand on the back of his neck, and knelt on one knee.

"Don't move!" Cui Jianming reacted quickly, and immediately pulled out the pistol on his waist, but just as he wanted to point the pistol at the old man.

But he had already found that the old man had disappeared from his sight.

The next moment, he suddenly stood in front of him, he clamped Cui Jianming's arm holding the gun with one hand, and then formed a palm with the other hand and violently discharged.

With a bang, Cui Jianming flew out in response and fell to the marble floor, and the pistol was already in the old man's hand.

Click, click, click.

The old man skillfully disassembled the pistol into countless parts in a few clicks, threw it aside, and walked towards Cui Jianming with elegant steps.

But Zou Xing violently rose up and pounced on the old man.

The old man did not hurry to avoid it sideways, followed by another hand knife, which hit Zou Xing's throat.

"Ahem. . . Zou Xing instantly felt unable to breathe, and before he could recover from it, there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and with the same palm technique, he pushed Zou Xing out with one palm and fell heavily to the ground.

But in this gap, Cui Jianming had already stood up again, and his right hand slammed into a fist, this punch faintly carried wind pressure, and hit the old man's dead end.

But the old man seemed to have eyes in the dead end, twisted his body very gracefully, and after skillfully avoiding Cui Jianming's fist, he stretched out his leg and hooked it.

directly hooked Cui Jianming's body and lost his balance, only to see the old man's right leg suddenly raised high above his head and slammed down.

happened to hit the back of Cui Jianming's neck, who lost his balance.

It's a heavy one.

If it weren't for his unusually strong body, Cui Jianming might have died on the spot.

But despite this, his eyes were still dark, and he fell to his knees all at once, unable to recover for a long time.

looked at Zou Xing, who fell to the ground, covering his abdomen, and Cui Jianming, who was kneeling on the ground, unconscious.

The old man snorted coldly, straightened his collar, and said in a very calm voice: "Two, please go back, come again, Zhong, you won't keep your hand." ”

“... cough, cough, cough..."Zou Xing struggled to stand up again, he hunched his waist, covered his abdomen, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

He looked at the old man and said, "... Such skills... It's the surname Zhong again... I'm still wondering where the hell you've gone..."

The old man looked at Zou Xing and frowned.

"You... Know me?"

“... To be able to put down me and his... Except for the old ghost Yan who is already dead... But few people can do it anymore... But I've always known that there's an urban legend circulating in City C... Once a legendary killer... The Grim Reaper, because he was chased and killed by the enemy, lost his wife and son, and could only take his granddaughter incognito. ”

The old man pulled out a pair of white gloves from his suit pants.

After slowly bringing it on, he smiled and said, "Oh? You know quite well, it seems that it is not an ordinary sheriff, so you should know how many people the god of death has killed, right?"

“... According to incomplete statistics, the number of people you kill in each mission will never be less than ten, including even civilians who inadvertently witness you killing... Now look at you, a former murderer, dressed like this... It's really human."

Steward Zhong's face no longer had any smile, and even the kind look he usually had towards his subordinates was gone.

Now he is the killer known as the Grim Reaper.

He seemed to have two scalpel-like blades in his hands, and slowly, he walked to Zou Xing's side.

"The lord took me in from a desperate situation, he saved me, changed my name and surname, and gave me and my granddaughter a chance to be reborn, so I will remove any obstacle that will stand in my way. With that, he squatted down, the scalpel in his hand, flashing with a penetrating cold light, slowly approaching Zou Xing's neck.

"You should be lucky for your companion, he lost consciousness and didn't hear what you just said, I would spare his life, but you... It's a pity that you know so much. ”

"Heh... But I'm not going to be here as a tribute to your master. ”

Zou Xing suddenly smiled at him.

Steward Zhong frowned, and suddenly felt a very strong killing intent.

This killing intent was something he had never seen before, and in this killing intent, he faintly felt a feeling that he had feared...

The feeling of death.

I'm going to die... If I don't leave, I'll die.

Therefore, driven by instinct, Steward Zhong jumped backwards and kept a long distance from Zou Xing at once.

But after he landed, he didn't find any figure of Zou Xing.

The man's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Death? You think you can control the life and death of others, you think you are strong... I think I can be above the law, above everything..."

Steward Zhong slammed a knife backwards, this knife was extremely fast, and the movements were also smooth, without dragging the mud and water.

Still, he knew that his attack had failed.

No, not so much did not hit.

... More precisely, it is not possible to hit ...

Behind him, Zou Xing, a part of his body, had actually turned into black gas, and those black gases lingered around him, and the dagger he slashed did not feel the slightest feeling as if it had hit smoke.

"Even if you are more loyal to him now, it will not be able to wash away your past sins..."With that, Zou Xing suddenly rushed out of the smoke, pressing one hand on Steward Zhong's face, and the other hand was raised violently, and the smoke suddenly gathered in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the smoke poured down Zou Xing's hand from Steward Zhong's facial features.

"Ahh

"Don't!!Don't kill my son!!Ahhhh!!!!h Ah.....h

But apparently, the ability to fight has been lost.

Zou Xing let go of him, and the black qi on his body slowly returned to his body.

So he quickly ran to Cui Jianming's side.

"Old Cui, old Cui, wake up. "A few slaps in quick succession.

Cui Jianming finally regained consciousness.

“... I... My day, what about the old man... So fierce..."Cui Jianming covered the back of his neck, which was still a little painful, and saw Steward Zhong kneeling trembling.

“... You...?" Cui Jianming's eyes looked at Zou Xing.

Zou Xing nodded: "I didn't kill him, we don't have the right to dominate other people's lives, let's put him here first, for a while, he won't cause us any trouble." As he spoke, he helped Cui Jianming up.

The two continued to walk towards the elevator.

When passing by Steward Zhong, suddenly, Zou Xing heard the old man on the ground say something.

“... It's almost done, no matter what you do... I can't stop him..."

Zou Xing glanced at him, snorted coldly, and did not speak.