The assassin's face was full of horror after seeing Zhang Heng, he himself was a master of stealth, but he didn't notice that someone was following him, and the other party had been following him for so long, all the way to the laundry, he could even bear not showing up, until he entered the butcher shop and met with the contact person.

Reconnected with the strange sense of similarity before, the assassin finally couldn't help but blurt out, "You...... Are you also an Assassin? ”

"Unfortunately, it's time for my questions." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, and he shifted his gaze to the One-Eyed Samaritan, "It seems that you are his contact, then you should know who the person who paid to assassinate me this time is, right?" ”

The Samaritan quickly calmed down after the initial panic, shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just the owner of the butcher's shop, where do I know anything about assassination or not." ”

"Really?" Zhang Heng didn't rush when he heard this, but just pulled out the two Persian swords on his waist.

"What do you want to do? Catch me back on patrol? The One-Eyed Samaritan raised his voice, "What proof do you have that I'm his liaison?" ”

"Arrest you back? You're thinking too much, it seems that you don't know the style of the patrol team lately. Zhang Heng said, "I was very careful when I came over, and no one on the street noticed that I entered your butcher's shop, so in other words, no one knew that I did it even if I killed you." ”

The One-Eyed Samaritan was stunned when he heard this, he really didn't expect that the other party, as a member of the patrol, was responsible for maintaining law and order in this area, but he didn't intend to abide by the law at all, so what kind of patrol was this, it was simply a bandit.

He turned his attention to the Assassin on the other side, who was now glancing around, as if he was about to slip away.

What are you kidding, he is just an assassin, he is good at sneak attacks and assassinations, how can he be the opponent of the gladiatorial champion of the city of Rome in a head-on battle.

But fortunately, the next moment, the stout butcher outside the butcher shop walked in, he was the Samaritan's bodyguard, selling meat was just a side job, and the real job was to keep the Samaritan safe.

It seems that the Samaritan had deliberately raised his voice before, but it still had a bit of an effect, summoning his bodyguards.

The butcher immediately rushed over with a sharp knife after discovering Zhang Heng, while the assassin on the other side was caught in a fierce ideological struggle, he wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to slip away, but in view of Zhang Heng's elusive tracking ability, he didn't know if he could run away, and the cooperation between him and the One-Eyed Samaritan was quite pleasant, the latter had been his liaison for four or five years, and he was not so good at selling the other party like this.

Therefore, the assassin finally gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

With the butcher in front of him, he can adopt the fighting strategy that he is best at, and the two of them still have a certain chance of winning when they join forces.

On the other side, the Samaritan was not polite, seeing that the assassin and the butcher were entangled with Zhang Heng, he immediately jumped up from the chair, turned his head and ran towards the house, he knew how dangerous and hated the business he was doing, so he naturally prepared early, not only had the butcher a bodyguard, but also hid a secret passage under his bed, which could lead directly to the alley outside.

As a result, the Samaritan had barely stepped into the door with half of his body, and his right foot ached.

Zhang Heng directly nailed the soles of his feet to the ground with a Persian sword, and said at the same time, "Where do you want to go?" If you don't finish answering my question, do you want to leave in a hurry, so let's stay here honestly for a while. ”

After saying that, Zhang Heng used another Persian sword to block the butcher's knife, and then shook his body to let go of the assassin's sneak attack, but the assassin was half a beat slower because of his movements when he retreated, and he was almost disemboweled by Zhang Heng with a sword.

When the Samaritan saw that the three of them had finally fought together, he tried to flee for his life, but he tried twice, but he could not pull out the Persian sword inserted in the soles of his feet, but he screamed in pain and broke out in a cold sweat.

On the other side, the butcher on whom he had high hopes was not having a good time, he had seen the true strength of the gladiatorial champion of the Flavi Amphitheater, if it weren't for the assassins harassing him, he would have been defeated a long time ago, and now although he has not been defeated for the time being, he is also in a difficult situation, and defeat is only a matter of time.

At the same time, the assassin who was partnering with him also realized that something was wrong, because he had also found that the situation was even worse than he imagined, even if the two joined forces, it was obviously not the opponent of the Oriental in front of him, but this time it was not so easy for him to leave, because Zhang Heng didn't have much trouble dealing with the butcher at all, and the main attention was on him.

The assassin found that it was not a matter of whether he wanted to go or not at all, but whether he could go, because no matter where he moved, Zhang Heng would use his sword in advance to block his retreat.

So the assassin, who was sweating profusely and became more and more weak-hearted, could only send his killer weapon, only to see that he suddenly threw away the weapon in his hand, and then took half a step back, raised his hand and said, "I surrender!" ”

So Zhang Heng's next sword also stopped in front of his nose, and the Samaritan on the other side almost cried when he heard this, he just pulled out the Persian sword inserted in his foot, and couldn't help but curse when he heard the assassin's words, "You surrendered a little earlier, and I don't have to draw my sword so hard!" ”

After that, he looked at the butcher and shouted at the latter, "If you don't fight, you can't fight, you can't fight, we also surrender, this time we admit it." ”

The butcher hesitated, and finally threw away the knife in his hand.

And Zhang Heng didn't mean to kill it all again, and took his other Persian sword from the Samaritan's hand, and the latter asked the butcher to find a strip of cloth for bandaging, and first wrapped up the wound on his foot.

"You want to know who contacted me about this order? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, because I don't know the person who contacted me, it's a fresh face, not from here. ”

"And then?"

And then ...... Nope. The Samaritan looked a little innocent, "We shouldn't have asked questions in the first place, I negotiated the price with him, collected money to do things, we didn't talk much, I don't even know how he came to the door, by the way, he also specifically told me to do things as much as possible after killing you, you may be able to deduce that it is not the local forces who want to kill you." ”

"Don't force me to put a sword on your left foot too," Zhang Heng warned, "I have a way to test if you are lying, if there is only this bit of news, why did you run away so happily before?" ”

A look of confusion appeared on the Samaritan's face, and after a moment he said, "Well, the next is just my speculation, although he hides it well, but there are still some little habits that betray him, I feel that he is very much like a member of the Praetorian Guard, I always feel that the water in this is very muddy, and a little person like me does not want to get involved in any political events." ”

"And you still took this order?"

"Because the other party's money is too much." The Samaritans are honest.

"Your hunch is right, for your safety, you'd better not tell anyone that you talked to me about it." Zhang Heng said lightly, "Also, find someone to draw the portrait for me." ”