Chapter 10 fourth quarter
The heavy long knife cut obliquely between Huo Qian's shoulders and neck, and the powerful force broke his collarbone abruptly.Huo Qian stared incredulously, while with the other hand he tightly grasped the blade that had been cut deep into his body, preventing the assassin from pulling it out again.
The assassin kept panting through the masked black scarf, and pulled the handle of the knife several times with both hands, but he still couldn't pull the long knife away.He gave up and stretched out his legs to kick Huo Qian down who had only a few breaths left.
Standing beside the sedan chair, Lu Yingfeng looked coldly at this confidant who had followed him for nearly forty years lying in a pool of blood, his old face expressionless.
He had lost too many subordinates in his life, and he didn't even have the strength to feel sad.
The wet and cold dark street with light rain fell silent again, and the fallen lanterns had long been extinguished by the puddles on the ground.
The tall assassin, all in black, turned around and faced the former Marshal.
He is a novice, Lu Yingfeng thought.The movement was a little stiff due to the obvious tension, and the knife also lost its aim.But the overwhelming strength and speed overwhelmed all these mistakes.Maybe it was the first murder?After this baptism, he will be a flawless fighter from tomorrow—if he can overcome the guilt after killing...
Lu Yingfeng could now clearly see the assassin's eyes between the black cloth scarf.Very young, with a wildness that no one can tame.Lu Yingfeng couldn't help applauding the person who came to take his life in his heart.He could not count five generals of this quality under his command in the past.
After all, this assassin possessed extraordinary physical strength, and his breathing quickly subsided.He stepped over five corpses including the bearers, and stood less than seven feet in front of Lu Yingfeng.
Of course Lu Yingfeng knew why he had to die.He was a menace to any ruler when there were no more wars, despite approaching seventy.He was just surprised that they had kept him alive for so many years.
Looking back, the day he brought the "Splitter Army" into the city ten years ago, his life was actually over.He has no regrets, it was the most glorious day of his life.
The assassin took out a gray cloth bag from his belt, untied the knot of the cloth bag, and pulled out a two-foot short knife.
The frosty blade made Lu Yingfeng's eyes shine.
It's not bad to die under such a beautiful knife.
The assassin threw down the cloth bag and scabbard, held the short knife in his right hand, and put his left hand on his right wrist to assist, hissed from between his teeth, and rushed towards Lu Yingfeng.
Just when the tip of the knife was about to reach his chest, Lu Yingfeng stretched out his palms and precisely pressed the assassin's wrists.
Lu Yingfeng howled like a ferocious beast, all his aging muscles tensed up, unexpectedly resisting the advance of the dagger.
The young assassin was also stunned, and continued to push forward with all his strength.
The joints of Lu Yingfeng's arms began to feel sore and limp, and his sixty-seven-year-old strength gradually disappeared.However, he was still proud of the brief confrontation just now.
——Although I cannot die on the battlefield, at least I will die in the battle.
The blade slowly entered Lu Yingfeng's heart inch by inch.
The will to kill tens of thousands of people gradually disappeared along with the bleeding and heat.In the end, there was only one sentence left in my heart.
——thank you...
Yu Agou had been waiting in front of Heizi's house for a long time. Of course Yu Agou didn't come alone.He led that group of young subordinates, all of whom were the second generation of the cadres of the "Dashutang" in the capital.These playmates who grew up together have regarded the hall master's only son as their leader since they were twelve or thirteen years old. Of course Yu Agou no longer called Yu Agou.When he was ten years old, his father gave him a new name: Yu Chengye.To outsiders, the meaning of the name is very obvious. But in Heizi's heart, he will always be Agou. "Come back alive?" Yu Chengye put his hands on his chest and stood leaning against the wall frivolously. Heizi had long since abandoned the blood-stained assassin outfit, and changed into a set of inconspicuous coarse blue clothes.The clothes were a little too short, making his body appear taller. ——This is the most emaciated Yu Chengye has to envy. "I'm not free." Hei Zimu said expressionlessly. "After going in to change clothes, I have to report to the hall master." In front of Yu Chengye, he never called Yu Runsheng "uncle". "No need." Yu Chengye said with a smile. "Let me go." He held out his palm. "What about 'Killing Weeds'? Just leave it to me and bring it back to the main hall." Heizi hesitated for a while, but never resisted.He took out the gray cloth bag that was still slightly damp from his lapel, and handed it to Chengye. Yu Chengye picked up the weight of "killing weeds" with his hands. "I really don't understand, why dad used it to kill Lu Yingfeng?" It's so careless to say something like that on the street.Heizi didn't answer him. Heizi remembered what Hall Master Yu said when he handed over the task to him: "Marshal... only deserves to die by this knife." He knew why the hall master sent him.This is a test, after passing, he is officially a member of "Dashutang", not just Di Liuye's adoptive son.He deliberately chose to strike at this time when Di Bin returned to Piaocheng, because the hall master knew that his adoptive father would not approve. But today's assassination has proved that it is Heizi's destiny to follow his father's old path. Yu Chengye put the "killing grass" into his robe, and then patted Heizi's shoulder. "Good job, you've worked hard." That demeanor is exactly the way a superior applauds a subordinate. "I'll ask dad to reward you well." Those eyes looking straight at Heizi seemed to be saying to him: ——Be a good shadow behind me. Heizi has long been tired of seeing Agou in this manner.He pointed to the door of the house, and still asked expressionlessly: "Can I go back? I'm very tired." Yu Chengye shrugged, then turned to look at the men behind him.The crowd surrounded him, boarded the carriage parked at the street and left. Heizi didn't step into the house until the sound of the car completely disappeared. His two fists were clenched tightly.
Yu Agou had been waiting in front of Heizi's house for a long time. Of course Yu Agou didn't come alone.He led that group of young subordinates, all of whom were the second generation of the cadres of the "Dashutang" in the capital.These playmates who grew up together have regarded the hall master's only son as their leader since they were twelve or thirteen years old. Of course Yu Agou no longer called Yu Agou.When he was ten years old, his father gave him a new name: Yu Chengye.To outsiders, the meaning of the name is very obvious. But in Heizi's heart, he will always be Agou. "Come back alive?" Yu Chengye put his hands on his chest and stood leaning against the wall frivolously. Heizi had long since abandoned the blood-stained assassin outfit, and changed into a set of inconspicuous coarse blue clothes.The clothes were a little too short, making his body appear taller. ——This is the most emaciated Yu Chengye has to envy. "I'm not free." Hei Zimu said expressionlessly. "After going in to change clothes, I have to report to the hall master." In front of Yu Chengye, he never called Yu Runsheng "uncle". "No need." Yu Chengye said with a smile. "Let me go." He held out his palm. "What about 'Killing Weeds'? Just leave it to me and bring it back to the main hall." Heizi hesitated for a while, but never resisted.He took out the gray cloth bag that was still slightly damp from his lapel, and handed it to Chengye. Yu Chengye picked up the weight of "killing weeds" with his hands. "I really don't understand, why dad used it to kill Lu Yingfeng?" It's so careless to say something like that on the street.Heizi didn't answer him. Heizi remembered what Hall Master Yu said when he handed over the task to him: "Marshal... only deserves to die by this knife." He knew why the hall master sent him.This is a test, after passing, he is officially a member of "Dashutang", not just Di Liuye's adoptive son.He deliberately chose to strike at this time when Di Bin returned to Piaocheng, because the hall master knew that his adoptive father would not approve. But today's assassination has proved that it is Heizi's destiny to follow his father's old path. Yu Chengye put the "killing grass" into his robe, and then patted Heizi's shoulder. "Good job, you've worked hard." That demeanor is exactly the way a superior applauds a subordinate. "I'll ask dad to reward you well." Those eyes looking straight at Heizi seemed to be saying to him: ——Be a good shadow behind me. Heizi has long been tired of seeing Agou in this manner.He pointed to the door of the house, and still asked expressionlessly: "Can I go back? I'm very tired." Yu Chengye shrugged, then turned to look at the men behind him.The crowd surrounded him, boarded the carriage parked at the street and left. Heizi didn't step into the house until the sound of the car completely disappeared. His two fists were clenched tightly.