The slaughterhouse, as the name suggests, is part of the canteen of the textile mill and the butcher's territory.

As for the butcher, he was a very strong fellow.

Unlike the gunsmith's muscles, the butcher is full of fat, and under the fat is muscle, and the skin is a little rough, and the pores are obvious, which is a bit of an Eastern European race.

His hair was messy, he was wearing a heavy slaughterhouse uniform and a leather apron, and he looked scruffy.

The butcher pulled out a knife from the knife rack on one side and came to Lin Cheng, but the old guy from Sloane with the fox, the gunsmith and the repairman stayed on the side, close to the door, and did not mean to follow, as if he was afraid of being involved in this dangerous battle.

It is a six-inch chef's knife with a slender blade and a curved tip, a kitchen knife that evolved from an American hunting knife, suitable for breaking up meat pieces, and the pointed tip retains the function of deboning, which is very useful as a kitchen knife.

However, in the hands of a killer who is proficient in cold weapons, it will become the deadliest weapon of all, slicing open the throat of his enemies.

"Tell me, have you ever used a knife?"

The butcher's voice was a little low and hoarse at the same time, just like his appearance gave people an unexpected roughness, and he held the slender chef's knife in his hand that contrasted with his fat body, and his expression revealed a hint of casualness, as if he was just asking casually.

However, Lin Cheng knew very well that this sentence meant that the butcher was about to attack.

In an instant, the butcher raised a knife horizontally and slashed towards Lin Cheng's face, his movements had a swiftness that was diametrically opposed to his physique, if he was an ordinary person, he was afraid that he would be hit by this sudden knife and completely break his appearance.

However, Lin Cheng had long known that the butcher would make a move, so he naturally guarded against the other party's sudden attack.

With the enhancement of the T virus's response speed to the nerves, in the face of the blade coming from the sideways, Lin Cheng directly let his body fall backwards, narrowly avoiding the butcher's swinging kitchen knife.

Immediately afterward, he put his hands on the ground and completed a standard lower back roll.

He even kicked the butcher's fat belly while finishing the rollover, which not only successfully widened the distance between the two, but also bought Lin Cheng a second or two.

Lin Cheng suddenly had a red and yellow dagger in his hand, the color was like a flame, and stabbed towards the butcher.

[Item to be obtained: LEGO M9 multi-purpose bayonet]

The bayonet of the M9 model is an improved version of the hunting knife, with a thick and strong blade and a sharp edge.

Transformed by the unique power of the Infinity Blocks, this toy knife also has the same sharpness as the original, even to a person like the butcher, it is also very threatening.

Lin Cheng's dagger was aimed at the butcher's abdomen, where, although the fat layer was abundant, it was also the most flexible and vulnerable part of the human body, and the most vulnerable.

Sloane and the fox, and the gunsmith and the repairman, they still stood by and watched coldly, with no intention of stopping the battle from continuing.

Therefore, Lin Cheng knew that this was a real battle with real knives and guns, and it would not end easily unless the fight was fought until one side fell.

The League of Assassins has a magical medicinal bath that can heal knife wounds, gunshot wounds and broken bones, and they are not afraid of being injured during training, but as long as they have a breath, they can save it, and at the same time, actual combat is also the best instructor for training.

In an instant, the kitchen knife in the butcher's hand that exuded a cold light collided with the flame-like M9 bayonet in Lin Cheng's hand several times, and the alienated plastic blade and the metal blade collided, blooming pale golden sparks in mid-air.

Similarly, in just a few seconds, there were several more bloody wounds on the two of them.

However, in fact, Lin Cheng has never known any knife skills.

The reason why he was able to keep up with the butcher's movements with the M9 bayonet in his hand was because of the basic bayonet mastery ability imposed on him by the Infinite Building Block, as well as the speed of the T-virus's nervous reaction to him, as well as the enhancement of muscle tissue strength, which forcibly raised Lin Cheng to the level of a butcher.

But to say that his knife skills can really be compared to the butcher, an expert in cold weapon fighting, it is still too far behind.

In the distance, Sloan gave a pertinent evaluation of Lin Cheng's ability to show.

"This man's physical fitness, both his reaction speed and muscle strength, are far beyond the same level, and he is better than I expected."

Although Sloan is old and his skills have declined, the heaviness of age has finally trained a pair of vicious eyes.

In his eyes, Lin Cheng is like a blank sheet of paper with excellent texture, waiting for the best playwright, musician or painter to bring his masterpiece to life.

And at that time, this blank sheet of paper will become the top work and become an existence that attracts everyone's attention.

Hearing Sloane's words, the fox nodded slightly—she agreed.

At this time, not only Lin Cheng's body was covered in injuries, but even the butcher's body was not much better.

The blades in the hands of the two of them left hideous and extremely large and small wounds on each other's bodies, but intuitively, Lin Cheng had more wounds on his body than on the butcher's body.

This is normal, after all, the butcher is an expert in cold weapons in the Assassin Alliance, but this expert seems to be a little unable to deal with it.

Although Lin Cheng looked a little more miserable, he seemed to have unlimited energy.

As a T-virus enhancer, in the process of fighting, Lin Cheng used more than just a bayonet in his hand.

At the same time, he is also relying on his strengthened body, muscle strength and nerve reaction speed to forcibly drag the rhythm of the battle between the two, just like those players in the game who rely on recovery props to kill the boss.

Although the butcher's knife skills are more exquisite, with the passage of blood in his body, the butcher's physical strength is obviously a little overwhelmed.

His sturdy body was also left with a lot of wounds by Lin Cheng, and as the number of wounds gradually increased, the butcher obviously felt that his battle rhythm was disrupted by Lin Cheng.

If this continues, I am afraid that not only will he not be able to gain the upper hand, but he may even be defeated by the newcomer in front of him.

“...... Okay, let's stop it. ”

Sloan had already confirmed Lin Cheng's cold weapon combat ability, and while the victory was not scored, he first called out the battle.

And the two guys, covered in blood and panting, were dragged away by the gunsmith, the repairman, and the fox who were rushed up, and forcibly ended the battle.

Lin Cheng looked very embarrassed at this time.

His clothes were dyed red, and there were marks of laceration everywhere, even the hand holding the knife was shaking from the loss, and the butcher who had been carried away by the gunsmith and the repairman was not much different from him.

Because the butcher weighs more than 300 catties, the gunsmith who holds the butcher is particularly difficult, and he must have the help of a repairman to stabilize his body.

Suddenly stopped, Lin Cheng, who had almost exhausted all his physical strength, almost fell to the ground, and was directly helped up by Miss Fox.

"Your skills are good, it's the first time I've seen the butcher guy beaten so badly, have you ever practiced?"

She didn't seem to care that the clothes on her body were infected by Lin Cheng's blood, her tone was a little frivolous, and there was a little surprise in her eyes.

“...... Pretty much. ”

Lin Cheng took a deep breath, exhaled a breath, and slowly spoke.

"Fox, take him to the healing bath."

"Got it."

Hearing Sloane's words, the fox nodded slightly, dragged Lin Cheng towards the door, and disappeared outside the door.

In the slaughterhouse, looking at the miserable appearance of the butcher who was erected by the gunsmith and the repairman at this time, Sloan nodded slowly, and seemed to be very satisfied with Lin Cheng's performance.

Not only was Sloan very satisfied with Lin Cheng's performance, but even the gunsmith and repairman, and even the butcher who had done a fight with Lin Cheng were a little surprised by this young man.

The butcher and the gunsmith have competed directly, and the two have a sufficient understanding of Lin Cheng's ability.

"Although he fights in a disorderly manner, he can turn the unfavorable situation around with his extremely strong fighting awareness and physical fitness, yes, he is a good seedling."

The gunsmith took the butcher's arm and nodded in Sloane's direction.

He didn't care about this newcomer originally, but now, Lin Cheng's performance made him have to look sideways.

"Carlos Gibson has been attacking our people lately, and I suspect he's trying to divert our attention and do something else, but I don't know what he's trying to do, so it's better to be vigilant and not be led by the nose."

"I just don't know how long it will be, if it's enough for us to train this little guy to face him......"

After a pause, Sloane continued.

At the same time, Sloane also closed his eyes and gently pinched the center of his eyebrows, as if he was a little worried.

On the other side, Lin Cheng was dragged by a fox like a dead dog to a clean room located in the basement of a textile factory.

It resembles a huge underground church, lit with incense and white candles.

The columns connected to the vaulted ceiling, the sunlight poured in through the windows on one side of the wall, and the room was filled with a mysterious fragrance, and several rectangular baths like tombs had been dug into the marble floor.

This is the healing bath, and it is also the most important medical facility of the Assassin League, after the loom of fate.

Miss Fox didn't even take off Lin Cheng's clothes, and directly threw Lin Cheng, who had lost his strength and had no ability to resist, into one of the pits, and the water in the pit quickly overflowed his chest, making Lin Cheng float slowly, and the blood on his body gradually dyed the water in the entire pool red.

"Are you trying to dispose of me?"

Lin Cheng knew what was here, so he didn't resist, but just said half-jokingly.

"Of course – no, this is a healing bath, where drugs can promote cell division and repair wounds quickly."

The woman in front of her frowned slightly, and a smile immediately bloomed on her face.

"You just lie here, and you'll probably be able to fix it tomorrow morning, and get some good sleep."

She took out a small bottle of unknown liquid from the metal cart in the corner, about fifty or sixty milliliters, opened the cap, poured the unknown liquid into the pool where Lin Cheng was, and then stretched out her hand, patted Lin Cheng's cheek gently, and smiled.

Lin Cheng could feel the fatigue his body was showing at the moment.

In order to be able to keep up with the butcher's speed, he has exhausted his strength, and at the same time, the blood in his body is rapidly lost, and in the end, he can barely lift his arm, so he will be dragged into the healing bath like a dead dog by Miss Fox.

Lying in the pool water, Lin Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

He was not worried about his safety, and the League of Assassins would not threaten his life.

On the one hand, because he had shown enough value, and on the other hand, at least, until he was ready to betray the Assassin League like Carlos Gibson, the Assassins' Empire's textile mill was the safest place for him.

He didn't have to worry about any problems and dangers at all, the Assassin League would even provide him with protection and meet all his needs, and he even took off his mental defenses and slept beautifully without any burden.

And when he opened his eyes again, it was already the next day.

What appeared in front of him was still the beauty at parting, but she changed into light clothes.

Today's fox wears a simple black jacket, but it is still a sports bra and sports pants, but think about it, after all, as an assassin, she naturally does not wear clothes that limit her mobility for the sake of beauty.

She sat on the edge of the sink and the floor, holding a half-eaten hamburger in her hand, which was exuding a charming fragrance that made Lin Cheng's mouth secrete saliva, and she swallowed involuntarily.

I don't know if it's because of the beautiful food in front of me, or if I just feel hungry.

"Good morning, Mr. Lin, how was your rest last night?"

Seeing that Lin Cheng had woken up, a wicked smile appeared on the fox's face, and he slowly spoke.