Treasure identifying Golden Finger

3The middle-aged man had been running for a long time, but he felt as if no one was chasing him. He slowed down, and the tension in his chest began to fade.    

    

And as the middle-aged man slowed down, he began to think about things he hadn't had time to think about. He didn't know if he had made the right decision, but... for his life, for the rest of his life, that was all he could do.    

    

Although the betrayal of the young assassin did make him feel a little uncomfortable, after all, the two of them had been partners for several years and had experienced quite a lot of life and death situations together. This time, however, the other party was Faang Cheng, the one mission that he was most unsure of and the one that the young master was most willing to risk his life for. Even the young master did not know if he could escape unscathed, let alone them. So this time, he left his companions and ran away.    

    

The middle-aged assassin continued to run at a moderate speed, thinking that he had already left Faang Cheng and the others behind. As the panic in his heart gradually calmed down, he began to think about where he was going and what he was going to do next.    

    

He planned to leave Seahold and find a relatively remote city to stay in for a while until the wind died down. At that time, whether the Young Master's plan succeeded or Faang Cheng killed the Young Master, he would have nothing to do with it anymore.    

    

The middle-aged man seemed pleased with his decision and his arrangements. His lips curled into a faint smile, and his feet began to move more steadily and slowly.    

    

"Master Lei seems to be in a good mood!"    

    

When Faang Cheng's voice sounded, the middle-aged assassin thought that he was hallucinating. He was stunned for a moment, and then he turned his head in panic and looked around, but he saw no one. Then he smiled bitterly.    

    

"Am I so nervous that I'm hallucinating?"    

    

He muttered to himself in a low voice.    

    

"Puff..."    

    

When Faang Cheng heard the middle-aged assassin's words, he could not help but laugh out loud.    

    

"Who is it?"    

    

He finally became alert and realized that the voice just now was not his illusion. So he stopped walking. He put his hands in front of his chest, one in front of the other. He was ready to fight at any time.    

    

"Master Lei is quite alert, but... he is not that smart. You slowed down after running for such a short distance. You don't think I am a big deal to you. Do you think you can get rid of me after running for such a long distance? "    

    

Faang Cheng walked out from behind a big tree with a smile on his face. He leaned against the trunk of the big tree and stared at the middle-aged assassin with his arms crossed.    

    

When the middle-aged assassin saw Faang Cheng walking out from behind a big tree not far away from him without making a single sound, his expression turned ugly. One had to know that he was a Tier 8 god who felt that his Spirit Power was extremely high. He could still sense the Spirit Power of ordinary people. Even if the other party had hidden his Spirit Power, he shouldn't have been so alert that he couldn't feel it at all. So, this Faang Cheng must have a very strong control over his own Spirit Power. The ability to control the Spirit Power was directly proportional to the strength of his own Spirit Power. In other words, this Faang Cheng's Spirit Power... was extremely powerful?    

    

Thinking of this, the middle-aged assassin could not help but take two steps back. He stared at Faang Cheng with a cold expression, as if he was prepared to be attacked at any time.    

    

"You... you actually chased after me?"    

    

The middle-aged assassin asked angrily.    

    

"I said it. If you want to attack my school, you have to think about whether you can bear it or not. But you still didn't listen to me, and you attacked the Academy. Fortunately, I was prepared, and your attack didn't hurt my students, or else... you wouldn't have come so far. You would have died the moment I appeared."    

    

Faang Cheng spoke in a very calm and relaxed tone, but the middle-aged assassin seemed to hear a trace of killing intent in his tone. He could not help but frown and look at the indifferent Faang Cheng.    

    

"I... I also said that I must catch that person. You... Didn't you not listen to my advice and insisted on keeping him?"    

    

The middle-aged man was still stubborn.    

    

"Hmm. That's true. The law of the jungle prevails now. It doesn't matter who is stronger, does it?"    

    

Faang Cheng looked at the middle-aged assassin with a smile.    

    

He was right. Since they could not reach an agreement and neither of them was willing to give in to the other, they could only settle the matter by force. Since it was a matter of force, it would naturally be decided by who was stronger.    

    

"You... You can't just attack me. Aren't you... Aren't you always polite? You are from the government. You can't just break the law and kill people!"    

    

The middle-aged assassin really knew how to seek benefits for himself. He knew how to deal with the strong and the weak. When people talked to him about the rules of the martial world, he talked about the rules of the martial world. Faang Cheng felt rather helpless and could only look at him with a faint smile.    

    

"You... Weren't you once the Realm Lord? Don't tell me you don't understand these things."    

    

The middle-aged assassin raised his hand and prepared for Faang Cheng's sudden attack. At the same time, he spoke in a very serious tone.    

    

"Of course I understand. I thought you didn't understand, so I came up with this plan to kill you. I even said that your young master told you to do so. At that time, Master Lei didn't care about the rules at all. Now it is your turn. Mister Lei started to talk about etiquette?"    

    

Faang Cheng sneered.    

    

"I..."    

    

"I don't really want to fight. If you don't fight and just come back with me, I won't be so bad as to fight you. But if you don't..."    

    

As Faang Cheng spoke, he raised his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged assassin who seemed to be ready to fight at any time. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.    

    

"Then don't blame me for being merciless."    

    

Faang Cheng said as he extended his hand and waved it in front of the middle-aged assassin. The threat was obvious. At first, Faang Cheng really thought that this middle-aged assassin with the surname Lei would be considered a loyal hero. However, from the looks of it now, he was nothing more than a cowardly, selfish, and selfish villain. He might as well have been the angry young assassin who was left behind by him.    

    

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