The Strongest Abandoned Master In City

"Satan. "    

" Who sent you here? "    

"I'm sorry, I won't betray my employer. "    

Yang Qiu's eyes were like lightning as he looked at this middle-aged white man called Satan and said lightly:    

"I can see that you are a very professional person. You must know something about me, right? My means, my character? Do you think that if I wanted to obtain some information, you would be able to hide it? "    

Satan smiled bitterly. Since he had fallen into the hands of Satan, he no longer wanted to return alive.    

Assassins had the rules of assassins. Failure in the mission could not betray the employer. This was an iron rule.    

It was as if he did not care that he had returned to being calm and waiting for his fate. Two strange looks flashed in his eyes.    

"You don't want to kill me?"    

Yang Qiu smiled coldly and stood up carelessly. When he got up, he exposed his back in front of Satan without any precaution.    

For a moment, the idea of a critical strike flashed in Satan's mind, but as a top assassin for a long time, his intuition told him that he could not make a move, so he did not make a move.    

Yang Qiu turned around and smiled at him again.    

"You exchanged for a chance of survival again. "    

With one look and one sentence, Yang Qiu turned around and slowly put on his clothes. He then sat opposite of Yang Qiu and said calmly:    

"I have the right to choose death, but I cannot betray my employer. "    

Yang Qiu smiled and a trace of appreciation appeared in his eyes.    

"Not bad, very principled. Your principles in exchange for a chance to live. "    

Satan could not help but be stunned. Suddenly, it made Satan break out in cold sweat.    

This outrageously young guy in front of him, could it be that he could read people's hearts?    

Yang Qiu walked to the balcony, untied the rope tied to Satan's balcony, and used his hand to pull it. He could not help but frown.    

"So strong?"    

The rope was even thinner than a telephone charging wire, but Yang Qiu's strength could not break it at all.    

He stopped breathing and pulled again, but it still did not break.    

"Good stuff, I'll take it. "    

Yang Qiu was not a body refining martial artist, so his body's strength naturally could not be very great. If he used the Spiritual Power, he could turn this thin rope into withered grass, but purely relying on his body's strength, this thin rope could withstand ten tons of pulling force, so he naturally could not easily break it.    

"An assassin like you, what rank can you be ranked on the assassin ranking?"    

Yang Qiu sat back on the chair again, looking at the other party and asking. There was a trace of pride in Satan's eyes. He had a sense of near mysophobia about his profession ranking.    

"I am the King of Assassins for five consecutive years. "    

A trace of surprise flashed in Yang Qiu's eyes. He did not expect this guy to be the King of Assassins. No wonder he was so careful.    

"What weapon are you good at using?"    

Satan slowly shook his head.    

"I'm good at making people disappear without a trace. "    

As he said, Satan was the king of killers for five years in a row. He and the second place behind him had never failed, but because of his way of killing, he was more popular than the one with the gun.    

"Make people disappear without a sound? That's right. With these words, you can keep your life and have a good rest. Just treat it as a vacation to Shang Hai. Although I know that the assassin doesn't have a vacation, when you have time, you can come and find me. Presumably you know where I live. There's no need to send me off. I'll take my leave first. "    

After saying that, Yang Qiu stood up. He didn't go out of the door, but went straight to the balcony. Then, he flew out like a huge bird in the sky.    

Satan's face suddenly changed.    

This was the 50th floor, two hundred meters from the ground. That guy actually dared to jump down without any assistance tools?    

He was stunned for a second, then he suddenly jumped onto the balcony. Although the neon lights on the ground flickered, he could not see Yang Qiu's figure at all.    

It was impossible that Yang Qiu did not want to commit suicide by jumping off a building. He only wanted to show some necessary means. Otherwise, this King of Assassins called Satan would most likely be unconvinced.    

Initially, he wanted to kill the other party directly, but he changed his mind at the last minute. This Satan was known as the King of Assassins, and was good at making people disappear without a trace. Then he could be of use in the future.    

200 meters of height was a test for him. He could not fly on his sword yet. However, he was cultivating the Wind Controlling Scripture, as the name suggested. The Wind Controlling Scripture was able to control the wind. His body was wrapped in a layer of green energy, and he had turned into a light leaf. The two streams of green wind under his feet dragged him. When they got close to the ground. . . He drew a beautiful arc in the air, only bringing up a strong wind. He only blew up the fallen leaves on the ground.    

When he was in midair, he had already formed the Invisibility Spell, so no one could see him.    

After dealing with this King of Assassins, There was also another guy. . . At this time, that guy was already ready, waiting for him to appear.    

Yang Qiu's villa was half a mountain behind the school. It was very quiet here. Looking from the front, it was a bustling light. Looking from the back, it was a flat hillside. It was the back mountain of the university. On the other side of the back mountain, there was another brightly lit downtown area.    

At this time, the blond guitar player had already carried his guitar case and went to the rooftop of a building in the downtown area of the back mountain. Then he locked the only entrance and exit of the rooftop from the outside. Then he leisurely walked on the rooftop for a while before returning to his original place.    

From here, he could see the villa area where Yang Qiu was from across a mountain.    

The distance between the two was more than four kilometers.    

Even the longest range sniper rifle in the world could not reach such a distance.    

The blond youth opened the huge guitar case in the darkness with a pious expression. In the darkness, he could not even see his own fingers. His eyes emitted two rays of eerie light, like a leopard hunting in the dark.    

The interior of the guitar case was extremely tightly arranged. Various sub-light metal parts were embedded in the soft plastic, densely packed.    

It was a gun.    

After staring at the metal parts in the box for a long time, the blonde youth let out a long sigh and started assembling.    

The blond guitar player's forced assembling speed was very slow. It was so slow that it was unbearable. This was not the speed that a top killer should have. Even a guy who had just come into contact with a gun was slightly faster than him.    

However, upon closer inspection, one would discover that his movements were strangely slow.    

It was very stable, very slow, but the speed was uniform. Moreover, his hands did not tremble at all. The spinning screw, the pressing parts, and the loading of the gun were simply as smooth as flowing water.    

In ten minutes, a strange-looking big gun appeared in his hands.