An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

The sound of two tiles being crushed was heard, and the figures of Zhao Jue and the old woman gradually became clear on the roof. In the hazy rain, the two stood opposite each other, with the same lingering solemnity on their faces.

The old woman lowered her brows and let the raindrops fall on her face full of vicissitudes. The neatly combed silver hair on her head was soaked by the rain. Because her sleeves were torn by Zhao Jue's true qi, her left hand could only be placed bare on the side of her body, which looked extremely uncoordinated.

After a fight, she could clearly feel that although the masked man on the opposite side was slower than her, he was not much slower.

The most important thing is that the opponent's true qi is much more abundant than hers, and his combat experience and skills are also much richer than hers. At first glance, the opponent's comprehensive strength is above hers, or even far behind.

This is why she was embarrassed. Her family knows her own business. If it weren't for the speed advantage, she would have died in the hands of the other party.

On the other side, Zhao Jue's eyes kept flashing. The old woman's speed was so fast that it was beyond his expectation. He couldn't help but frown after several of her moves failed.

Although Suzaku was watching him, he was not sure if the other party had a backhand or support. He had to stare at the old woman and didn't dare to act rashly, so as not to fall into a passive situation.

Because they had their own concerns, neither of them made a rash move. They stood opposite each other in the rain, constantly looking at each other.

But Zhao was not sure if the old woman had a backhand. Didn't she know it herself? She was just careless and didn't expect Zhao to act so quickly, or rather, she never thought that Zhao's target was herself!

With life and death at stake, she had to try her best to delay in order to find a chance to escape. After all, she had the advantage of speed. It didn't matter if she couldn't beat him, she could run!

So she grinned and pretended to be calm and asked, "Little brother, I have no grudges against you, why would you become enemies with me or even kill me?"

"There is no way. I never dare to disobey its orders." Zhao's tone was calm, and there was a faint sense of certainty that he was sure of the old woman.

"Who?" the old woman frowned and asked.

A cold face appeared in her mind subconsciously, but she was not sure. After all, she didn't want to believe that the woman would risk exposing her identity just to kill herself.

No, definitely not! It's not worth it!

Zhao noticed the change in the other party's eyes, but he didn't take it to heart. Asking a killer to kill someone must have a cause and effect. As for the reason, he didn't want to delve into it.

Taking money to do things is the basic principle of killers.

"You don't have to care about this."

Turning his head and waving his hand in the direction of the restaurant, he shouted: "Watch it, don't let her run away!"

Regardless of whether Zhuque heard it or not, the true energy on his body suddenly rose as soon as the voice fell. There is no back-up plan until you try it. At worst, you can move Lu Wenyu out.

After making up his mind, Zhao tapped his toes lightly, and the sound of tiles breaking followed. The light green true energy in his hand appeared again, and he rushed out with the force.

With full power of true energy, a few steps away were reached in the blink of an eye. The left hand stretched forward, this was a fake move, the real move was on the right hand with slightly bent fingers.

"Erosion of bones and soul."

The moment the left hand reached into the air, the right hand slashed diagonally from bottom to top. The raindrops were shaken away by the true qi, and light green claw marks flashed in the darkness. There was reality in the false, and false in the real. The left hand exerted force at the same time and hooked a punch.

In one move, there were changes one after another. No matter how fast the old woman was, she couldn't dodge all of them. Although she narrowly avoided the claw marks by turning sideways and only had a few strands of flying white hair cut off, the punch that came next was unavoidable and she could only deal with it in a panic.

"Heh, ha."

She raised her true qi, tapped the ground with her toes repeatedly, adjusted her body posture abruptly, and pressed down with both palms to catch Zhao Jiu's fist.

The two true qi intersected, and the winner was decided in a moment. The result was obvious. The old woman took three steps back in a row before she stabilized her body. I don't know how many tiles she stepped on, and her hands were still shaking until she stood still.

Exhaling a breath of foul air, the old woman's forehead flashed with coldness, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or cold sweat. She sighed helplessly in her heart. As expected, she, who was taking shortcuts, was no match for a martial artist with a solid foundation. The idea of ​​retreating and escaping reached its peak at this moment.

I can't fight anymore. I have to find a way to escape, otherwise I will die here sooner or later!

But Zhao Jue didn't give her time to think about countermeasures. He took advantage of the situation in one go, changed his feet, and used the force to sweep out. Before he arrived, the power of the true energy had arrived. A long knife appeared in his hand, breaking through the rain curtain and attacking. In the blink of an eye, six or seven knives were swung out.

The knife light was continuous like a horse. The old woman retreated again and again, and her steps were already a little messy.

"Good opportunity!"

Seeing the opportunity, he ran the star-chasing and moon-chasing technique with all his strength, and his speed suddenly increased. Another long knife appeared in his hand, and the two knives were flying like butterflies, dancing gracefully. A flash of knife light blocked the old woman's retreat, and the other hand swung out a knife.

White light flashed, and scarlet fell.

The old woman fell in the yard, her left hand covering her abdomen, and a trace of bright red flowed from her fingers. If she hadn't reacted quickly enough and stepped back half a step in time, and Zhao didn't use his dominant hand for the last knife, she would have been cut in two.

Holding the knife in both hands and falling to the ground, staring at the old woman with a smile, he asked gently: "Old man, do you need a coffin, paper money, incense and candles? The body is intact and buried in peace, all can be brought!"

"Of course, it costs money. It's not easy for me to go through wind and rain, what do you think?"

Adhering to the mentality of making more or less money, Zhao recommended his services, and did not forget to raise his head to several guards, and smiled: "Remember to find me if you need to kill someone, the price is affordable, and I am honest."

While promoting his business, a young man dressed like a rich man ran over and pointed at Zhao and shouted angrily: "Who are you? How dare you enter my house with a knife? Don't you know that my grandfather was a criminal official in the Ministry of Justice? He was a fourth-rank official! I'll scare you to death!"

"Put down the knife immediately, or I'll sentence you to armed assault and jail you for ten or eight years!"

Several guards were startled and hurriedly covered the young man's mouth, whispering: "Young master, don't say anything..."

Seeing this, the old woman shouted "Opportunity", flicked her right hand and threw out a few round beads to delay time, then turned and rushed out.

Zhao's face darkened, and he swung his knife to knock down the flying round beads. Just as he was about to chase him out, he heard a few screams from the side, and then the young man opened his hands and blocked in front of him.

He shouted loudly: "You dare to kill people?"

Just at this time, footsteps were heard, and a middle-aged man and an old man dressed like a housekeeper hurried over. The young man was overjoyed when he saw this, pointing at Zhao and shouting, "Dad, he just killed a few guards, I saw it with my own eyes!"

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he took a few steps forward to protect the young man behind him, staring at Zhao with a fierce look.

Zhao, who sensed the true energy of Suzaku, breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and threw the knife away. The middle-aged man's face was relieved, and just as he was about to speak, a hand was raised in front of him, holding a waist badge.

"Jinyiwei is doing business!"