C187 (1/2)

Zhang Song's cruel, ruthless and terrifying methods really made his, a ”spectator”, heart tremble.

This bloodthirsty and tyrannical killing technique shocked his mind.

The masked leader had already completely fallen into a daze. This … This was simply inhumane … Was there life in his eyes? No wonder he kept reminding her to give up this mission, and she just didn't listen to him.

After a long while, a trace of struggle flashed in the leader's eyes, ”Fight!” Even if they couldn't kill him, they must not retreat. At the very least, they must let him be covered in wounds and be exhausted! This is our unchangeable mission. ”

Following the leader's order, all the masked men's attacks suddenly became sharp and piercing.

He abruptly grabbed the wrist of the person in front of him and exerted force with his palm. Crack … Zhang Song swung this person up, and ruthlessly swept him forward, immediately sweeping away a blank area.

The masked man and the rest wiped the blood off their faces, surrounding Zhang Song, they were all using this chance to rest.

Zhang Song casually looked around. ”Fight!” Zhang Song raised his head and roared crazily, he raised all of his strength and rushed towards the masked man. His right arm opened up, spinning 360 degrees in the same place, his palm moved in a sharp arc and fiercely forced the man in front of them to retreat. While they were dodging in panic, he rushed forward forcefully, his right arm spinning extremely quickly, and viciously stabbed into the chest of a masked man in front of them.

”Puff.” ”Bang.” A piercing sound rang out as the man in front of them was pulled up by the man in front of them. With a muffled roar, the man in front of them was thrown into the air and smashed into the crowd.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Zhang Song's sudden ferocity caused the masked assassin's fighting spirit to be suppressed once again. To think that they would be facing someone who could be called a berserk beast, that kind of fear was hard to suppress!

Zhang Song's powerful fighting strength and terrifying killing method had made the masked killer feel as if he had fallen into hell, he was afraid that... Today, in the short period of their lives, it would become a nightmare that they would never be able to erase for the rest of their lives. Zhang Song's name would cover a layer of their souls and be irrevocable.

Thirty minutes passed silently, but to these masked assassins, it was the longest time of their lives. They had experienced what it meant to be a Shura, and witnessed what it meant to be a hell with their own eyes.

When all the masked assassins collapsed onto the ground, their bodies weak and groaning in pain, Zhang Song heaved a sigh of relief.

Staring emotionlessly at the blood-stained ground, Zhang Song slowly walked forward step by step, moving closer to the group of masked assassins. Every step Zhang Song took, the hearts of the assassins who had not stopped breathing trembled. This kind of pressuring atmosphere before death made them feel very uncomfortable, they even felt despair.

”Earlier, I gave you a chance. Unfortunately, you didn't make good use of it.” When Zhang Song came to the front of the group, he looked at them coldly and said to the group of assassins who had lost their abilities. But when Zhang Song finished speaking, he unhesitatingly took action, and unhesitatingly grabbed the assassin by the neck. The assassin's fear and despair, under Zhang Song's ruthlessness, slowly grew to its size.

”Crack.” With a sharp and clear sound, the assassin was lifted up by Zhang Song and left the beautiful world with his eyes wide open.

”Kacha, kacha …” One after another, the assassins followed the first person.

Facing these people that were a threat to him, Zhang Song showed no mercy at all. He extracted their vital functions bit by bit, making them regret ever being born into this world.

He didn't want to kill people, he didn't want to kill people for no reason at all, but if someone threatened his life, then he would mercilessly change from an angel into a devil.

All the assassins were taken care of. Zhang Song threw away the Death Soldier in his hand, stared at the leader of the group of assassins covered in blood and said indifferently: ”I gave you a chance before.

”Since I have already failed, just give me a quick death.” The masked assassin closed his eyes. He was waiting, waiting for death to come.

”Did I say I would kill you?” Zhang Song looked at the masked assassin with interest.

When the masked assassin heard Zhang Song say that he would not kill him, he slowly opened his eyes and laughed: ”Are you trying to show me off, or are you mocking me?”

Zhang Song smiled and shook his head, then said: ”Originally, you should have died, but I wanted to keep you alive, so that you could go back and report to your superior. Tell him, although I hate trouble, I'm not afraid of trouble. If he still hasn't given up, then don't blame me for not remembering our old friendship. ”

”Aren't you afraid that you'll regret letting me go today?” The masked killer had already seen through death, even if Zhang Song let him go back today, he would still die after going back. He had truly reached the end of this road, he no longer had any lingering feelings for the world, he only wished to die.