Chapitre 1768: Questioning

The assassin struck his target in a clean blow, shrinking his body and dodging the attacks from the two servants of the fat middle-aged man like a nimble cat.

The blades grazed the assassin by inches yet the assassin did not panic or get nervous, calmly tossing the dagger out of his hand and at the same time pulling the trigger on the hidden contraption.

Sou!

Puak!

The short yet sharp arrow that was fired from his small crossbow on his left arm perforated a servant's neck and the dagger plunged into the other servant's neck.

The two buff servants who wielded their swords to attack fell to the ground with their hands over their neck.

The assassin still wasn't nervous, standing straight, then grabbing his dagger and pulling it out.

Pak!

The noise of blood spewing sounded again.

The assassin swung the blood off his dagger then put his left thumb up at the soldiers charging at him and slowly moved it over.

Then…

Bang!