City Raptors Crossing the River

Chapter 83 Killer Like a Knife
"You should be a hired killer, right?" Wang Meng asked.

On this point, when Wang Meng saw the scimitar of the man in black, he had a judgment.

In this day and age, apart from the identity of the opponent's killer, it is possible for the scimitar to condense such strong murderous intent.

The man in black neither admitted nor denied it.

"A killer was hired to kill me, but he didn't do it when he had the chance, and you want my elixir, I guess. You must have someone close to you who is seriously ill, and you just happened to investigate me The elixir has the miraculous ability to heal diseases, that's why it lured me to come here today, wanting to capture me alive."

After Wang Meng said this, the eyes of the man in black obviously changed a little.

A touch of tenderness flashed across his originally ice-cold eyes.

Although he concealed it very well, he was still keenly caught by Wang Meng, so he said:
"Let's negotiate a deal. If you say you want to buy someone who kills me, maybe I can give you the pill you want for free."

There was a hint of hesitation in the eyes of the man in black. In his line of work, life and death have long been regarded as insignificant, but he still has concerns.

Only those who have concerns in their hearts will have such hesitation in their eyes when facing death, instead of fear.

However, after a while, the eyes of the man in black turned into disappointment.

"I'm sorry, even if I knew who was going to pay you to kill you, I would never tell you, not to mention it is impossible for me to know who bought you.

You don't need to use words to test anymore, just kill if you want, and I, Feng Han, can die without regrets if I can see the master of Xuan Shoujing before I die. "

After the man in black finished speaking, his eyes slowly closed.

Obviously, at this time he had given up any thought of struggling.

With Xian'er present, he knew that even though he still had some means, he couldn't have any chance of turning things around.

A pure killer, with the dignity of a killer, absolutely does not want to be insulted by the other party before he dies.

Wang Meng touched his chin with his hand.

This matter is really difficult.

As a killer, Feng Han is, to put it bluntly, no different from an ordinary knife in the market.

It's just that someone wants to use this knife to kill Wang Meng now.

The culprit actually has nothing to do with the knife, but the person holding the knife.

Even if it wasn't Feng Han who came this time, there would be others.

Therefore, Wang Meng didn't have much hatred for Feng Han.

Wang Meng would not get any benefit from killing such a person.

At this time, Xian'er had already loosened Han Dong and others, and they came over one by one.

"Brother Meng, why do you still keep this guy? If you don't want to get your hands dirty, let us take care of it." Han Dong said.

They thought that Wang Meng might not have killed anyone yet, and they didn't want to get blood on his hands.

In fact, Han Dong and others are the same. Although they fight bravely on the streets and have injured some people, they have never had any murder cases.

Now for Wang Meng, they are willing to get some blood on their hands.

Wang Meng waved his hand and said:

"He is just a tool, killing him is useless."

"This..." Han Dong and the others were full of hesitation.

"Then Brother Dong means to let him go?" Han Dong asked.

Wang Meng still shook his head:

"It's not okay to let her go. I'm afraid it will cause us trouble. It's better to leave it to Miao Ruoshui. After all, she is a member of the public family."

For now, this seems to be the best solution.

As soon as the man in black heard that he was going to be handed over to the man in the palace, his originally closed eyes suddenly opened, with endless anger in his eyes, he roared:

"Wang Meng, if you are still a man, you will kill me directly. If you hand me over to someone in the public family, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost..."

When Han Dong and the others saw that this guy dared to be arrogant, they couldn't help but punch and kick him.

Feng Han's eyes were still fixed on Wang Meng, like a poisonous tongue, which made Wang Meng feel a little uncomfortable.

Wang Meng waved his hand to tell Han Dong and the others to stop first.

"Since you are not afraid of death, why are you afraid that I will hand you over to someone from the Gongmen?" Wang Meng asked.

It stands to reason that a desperado like Feng Han should have been prepared long ago, and one day he would be caught by the public. His extreme reaction now is puzzling.

Feng Han coughed violently and said coldly:
"You don't have to worry about my affairs, even if I beg you, give me a chance to kill myself."

Ok?
It is said that death is worse than life, but Feng Han wants to kill himself?
Wang Meng glanced at Xian'er at the side, and the other party already understood what he meant.

"Han Dong, since he wants to kill him, let him do it. Go and get him his knife." Wang Meng said.

According to Han Dong's words, he walked aside and took the gleaming scimitar, walked up to Feng Han, and said:

"Brother Meng gives you a chance, don't try to play tricks, or our brothers have plenty of ways to torture you."

Feng Han didn't bother to pay attention to Han Dong, he was like an ant in his eyes.

"You're so awesome!" Han Dong kicked him.

Feng Han only turned slightly to one side, easily dodging Han Dong's attack.

Then he reached out and easily took the scimitar from Han Dong's hand, and said coldly:
"Knife, it's not something someone like you should take."

Han Dong was so angry that his face was ashen. He didn't expect that this guy had only half his life, and he was able to snatch the scimitar from his hand so easily. If the other party made a murderous attempt just now, he would pay it back.

"Don't worry, I, Feng Han, have to collect money for killing people. You don't have the qualifications to die by my hands." Feng Han said disdainfully.

"You..." Han Dong was too angry to speak.

Wang Meng has been watching Feng Han quietly. When he fought against the opponent just now, he could feel that Feng Han's cultivation base is not low.

At least all of them are above Huajing Grandmaster, maybe even higher.

Naturally, Han Dong couldn't get anything cheap in the opponent's hands.

"Okay, you can leave with peace of mind, I promise to bury you well." Wang Meng said lightly, like a king who controls the life and death of others.

Feng Han glanced at Wang Meng, without any hatred in his eyes, then he turned his gaze to the distant night sky.

Maybe at this time, he wanted to say goodbye to someone, but there was a touch of tenderness in his eyes.

"Xin'er, see you in the next life." After Feng Han finished speaking, the machete wiped directly towards his neck.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Even Han Dong and the others had some admiration for the cold-blooded killer in front of them.

If it were them, they would definitely not be able to face death so calmly.

The scimitar was extremely sharp, and there was absolutely no chance of survival after this blow.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed past.

Feng Han stood there dumbfounded, the next moment his hands were empty.

Not far away, Xian'er, dressed in white, played with the scimitar a few times, then threw it directly to the ground with a look of disgust.

"You... what do you mean?" Feng Han asked after realizing it.

"It seems that you really want to die, but you are so close to me, I am worried that your blood will splash on me."

"You..." Feng Han was speechless.

According to you, I have to choose a place to commit suicide?

(End of this chapter)